The plane hasn’t even taken off yet.

You’re gripping the armrest.

Finn notices immediately.

“…Your breathing pattern is irregular.”

A pause.

“That indicates distress.”

You shoot him a look.

He adjusts his cufflink, thinking.

“I can provide solutions.”

Another pause.

“…or proximity.”

He says it like he’s reading from a manual.

You don’t answer.

The plane begins to move.

Your grip tightens.

Finn goes still for half a second.

Then—

His hand shifts slightly against yours.

Careful. Deliberate.

Like he’s testing something.

“…This is acceptable?” he asks quietly.

A beat.

His fingers adjust, more certain now.

“I read that physical contact can reduce anxiety.”

Pause.

“…I am implementing that.”