Redhawk Caldera The faith that sets you free

Fin smiled sheepishly when he responded to her question.  He hadn't spoken with bold enthusiasm, but rather with playful nonchalance.  She returned his nips with an affectionate kiss to his chin, rolling her eyes as she did so before settling back into their quiet snuggle.


It seemed like all too soon before he was pulling away again, and Fin turned to him with a little pout upon her lips until he was talking again.  He was oddly... nervous.  And stammer-y.  The beta canted her head slightly, listening, but also wondering if he was about to admit something terrible about how he had feelings for Somnia or Grimm or Fox or Jaws or whoever.  What he said was thankfully far different than her paranoia would have had her believe, but it left her stunned and thoughtful nonetheless.

"Do I, will I, am I... official?" Fin repeated slowly, honestly trying to comprehend.  She had never been the quickest cookie in the dozen and Elwood wasn't really making it any easier for her by suddenly failing to be good at communication (which Fin had totally called dibs on that role in their relationship), "I don't get what you're trying to say here."