[ Finn mulls the suggestion over for a second, enjoying the leftover sensation in his arms. Like something thermochromatic took root in his nerve endings, changing under touch, slowly fading back when it's gone. He likes his own hands where they are, likes the warmth of it, but he takes to slowly stroking his thumbs along Jim's sides without giving it any particular thought.

And thank you, Jim, this is vital knowledge. Finn can cross cute off of the list of compliments he's never gotten before.

They really don't match the music, the adrenaline-fueled energy of the rest of the dance floor. He has to look up a little to keep eye contact. He's not sure if this actually counts as dancing. More like swaying.

Finn finds he doesn't mind. ]

I think I'd like that, Jim Kirk. [ Oh wait, he went over the name thing already. ] Jim. I mean. I don't get to make a lot of plans.

[ This seems like one of those nice, possibly lucky moments in life that he'd normally already be waiting for a second shoe to drop on.

Maybe this once, he can leave that out the window for future Finn to deal with if it happens. Embrace the good vibes of the rave. ]

I feel like this is where I should let you know I think you're a cute person. Just so I have it on the record.

[ Cute might be an understatement. It's definitely an understatement. But you know. Casual™. ]