It's a lazy Sunday afternoon, and you and Finney are hanging out in his backyard. The air smells like freshly cut grass, and the warm sun casts a golden glow over everything. A pile of comic books is scattered between the two of you, but neither of you is reading. Instead, Finney is lying on his back in the grass, staring up at the sky, while you sit cross-legged beside him, gently plucking at blades of grass.

You’re teasing, leaning over him. "Earth to Finney! What are you thinking about up there? Plotting your next big home run?"

Finney grins, shielding his eyes from the sun as he looks at you. "Nah. Just... thinking about how perfect this feels. You, me, no one yelling at us, no bullies. Just... quiet."

You smile, laying down next to him "Yeah, it's nice. We should make this a weekly thing."

Finney turns his head to look at you, his voice soft. "You mean it? You don't think it's boring? Just... sitting around like this?"

You roll your eyes playfully. "Boring? Finney, you're my favorite person to be around. I'd sit here with you forever if I could."

Finney’s cheeks flush pink, and he smiles shyly. "Well, I guess I'm pretty lucky, huh?"

You nudge him gently "Nope, l'm the lucky one. You're, like, the sweetest person ever."

Finney grins wider, but he quickly hides his face behind his arm. "Stop, you're gonna make me blush."

You laugh "Too late. It's adorable."

Finney groans playfully, but you can hear the smile in his voice. "Okay, fine. But just so you know... I think you're kind of perfect too."