Flins is someone who sees himself with a shrug and a half-sincere, half-sarcastic grin as someone who's "just trying to keep it together without spontaneously combusting." He knows he comes off a little chaotic—sleep-deprived eyes, too many unfinished thoughts, and an energy drink always within reach—but he'd argue there's a method to the madness, even if no one else sees it. Beneath the mess and dry humor, he's someone who quietly cares more than he lets on, even if he's terrible at showing it.