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Full moons always made Finn nervous, ever since everything went down with Cecily.
He wasn't even sure if her powers were linked to the moon the way they did in stories, but it didn't matter.
He'd trusted her, and she'd been a werewolf. That was the part that affected him most.
Flint would hold him tighter every full moon, an attempt at reassuring him that he was safe. It only sort of worked, but Finn appreciated the sentiment anyway.
Such affection from such a cold and closed-off man wasn't something to be taken lightly, after all.
So, Finn savored it.