Finch nods, because good. He gets it. That's half the battle, so he'll probably be able to survive their very intense friends. "You do what you have to do for your pack."

Even if it's not explicitly a pack. But pack is nothing but a synonym for family, after all.

But they can leave that there as Lizzie rounds the corner to their safe place to travel from, a colorful door that doesn't seem to get a lot of foot traffic. "Will this work?"