"It wasn’t going to be like last time. I’ve got Finn now. It wasn’t going to be like last time."
I’m sorry but I have to reblog this.
Look at his face. Night before last this guy was worried that he’d blown it with his girl. Thought he might have pushed her too far, too fast and he’d scared her off. He probably spent his Sunday chewing on his cuticles and nothing much else because he’s been so anxious. Probably needed to talk to his dad about it just to get the noise of it out of his head; and even though Gary assured him everything would be okay over endless cups of tea, Finn couldn’t help but still feel worried. He probably wanted to talk to Rae too, but didn’t want to make matters worse. Now it’s Monday morning and this face is just so pleased and grateful that everything is okay. That she still wants him. That he’s not going to have to face walking into to a place he doesn’t really want to be without her. Having her there is what’s going to help him get through it. There’s love in that face and in the way he slowly caresses her whole hand before sliding his fingers through hers, taking a firm hold and squeezing, reassuring himself that she’s still his. There’s joy in that face too, as she offers him her hand. His faith in what they have evidenced in how perfectly they fit together.