Finn smiles broadly, taking another bite of his own biscuit, which had now cooled just enough to actually appreciate the flavors.

“Yeah, I think that’s perfect!”

It did sound perfect. Everything felt so blissfully right in this moment. Even in spite of a very minor disagreement about Jermaine, things felt so good with them. Finn felt like himself again, and he was going to hold tightly to that feeling, never let it slip out of his grasp again.