"Mhm."
Flash finds her fingers, interlacing them with his. "It's just trying to figure out where to start."
It makes it easier to shrink the size of the mountain he feels like he's staring it down.
Makes it a little closer to a molehill.
"That make any sense?"
Not the most articulate of guys, Flash instead leans on metaphor
'It's like I have a house with a nice decor that I've put real work in to, and I'm happy with, but the foundation needs redoing."
"I know." Flash's smile up at Felicia is much more earnest now, a loving things.
"I'd figured it out in the micro. I treat myself good, I stay out of stuff that won't treat me good." He drums his fingers on the armrest of his chair.
"Just tricky trying to take that to a macro level, I guess?"
"Otherwise I'm not sure who Flash Thompson is, so it's hard to figure out if I like him."
There's a smile in his eyes, but it's not all earm humor. There's a self-aware sadness that resonates through his bones.
"I like where I'm at, anyways." Which is something he wouldn't have been able to say not so long ago, sitting in this chair like a broken husk.
"I've really only figured out what I'm not."
"You know one of the reasons I fell for you?"
That's not especially charged language- imagine how many people fall for her every day.
"It's because you know exactly who you are." Took awhile for him to understand that isn't always a good thing.
But it's something he's missing.
"Well, I's be hsppy to bounce some ideas off you, but this is kinda bigger picture stuff."
The type of stuff she tends to avoid.
"More or less."
Flash reaches up to frame her face in the palm of a hand.
"Trying to figure out my gameplan a little bit, still."