““So…I…I heard you guys talking about me last night,” Megan said, looking down at her hands. Finn’s brush hand dropped and he glanced at her, clearly embarrassed. “Oh. Okay. You…Good.” “Good?” Megan asked. Finn flushed. “Yeah, I do that sometimes. I was gonna say, ‘You did?’ but I was also gonna say, ‘Not good,’” he said, putting his brush and palette down on a cluttered shelf. “I kind of have my own special language.” Megan smiled. She knew the feeling. “So…you heard us,” Finn said, pushing his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “Yeah, so…you all want me gone?” Megan asked. “We were just…We’re just kind of used to the way things were.” “I get that. I do,” Megan said. “But don’t you guys think that this is hard for me too? I’ve never had to live with this many people and my parents are gone and, well, in case you hadn’t noticed, you guys are kind of…” “Overwhelming?” Finn asked. “Good word,” she said. “Look, everyone just needs an adjustment period,” Finn said with a shrug. “Try not to let them get to you.” Megan looked up into Finn’s gray-blue eyes and smiled slightly. “So…you’re not one of them?” Finn smiled in return. Like Miller, his whole face lit up and his eyes crinkled in the corners. “Having you here is…Let’s just say it’s different,” he replied. “But don’t worry about me. I think I can handle it.” Megan lifted her eyebrows. “Oh, you do?” “Yeah,” Finn said matter-of-factly, looking her straight in the eyes. “I do.””
