"Yeah, normal's boring," Finn echoes with a faint smile.

It felt nice being sandwiched there in a big, admittedly cold and wet hug. Covered in salt and sand, scraps and bruises, and exhausted from their brush with death. It made Finn feel like they were little again, that relatively brief time when they were all small together and would cuddle up for naps or comfort, or any reason at all. It was something that had mostly gone away when mom and dad had.

He holds tightly to them both, wanting it to last.