"Who says you haven't already?" Finn flirted back, using his power to tug at a lock of her hair, something that wasn't as easy now that she'd shed the braids. Still, though, he managed it and kept an innocent smile on his face the whole while. "As for mourning my loss, I don't think that's anything liable to happen. I'm not exactly beating them away with a stick, you know."

He never had been, much to his teenaged dismay. He'd had his share of dates, and one nighters, but nothing like the lasting shit his parents and the rest of his family seem to have found. Not that he wants it now, but as Grandda kept reminding him, he wasn't getting any younger.