Redhawk Caldera The faith that sets you free

Elwood hadn't known how this conversation would go when he started it, and though it certainly wasn't taking the path he had expected, he couldn't necessarily complain. Finley was still there, they hadn't broken up, and she had just said perhaps the most adorable thing ever. She had a good point, too -- they were an "us," and wasn't that good enough? Did they need to put a more "official" label on their relationship?

He reached out and nuzzled her neck with his snout, hoping to reassure her -- because, frankly, she was starting to look like a deer in the headlights. "I like being us too," he agreed; he was considering dropping the subject altogether. Instead, he took a different tactic. "And I guess that's what's important, right? We don't need to label us if we're not ready," he added, now withdrawing to look at Finley once more. He was probably confusing her at this point -- he had very nearly done a one-eighty from his original proposition -- but wasn't that how things seemed to work between them? Nothing would ever be black and white...and he was okay with that.