That's such a useful word, isn't it? 'Fine.' It means so many things to so many people. And yet that makes it mean almost nothing at all.

[ Bruce had been covered in bruises, exhausted and jittery when she found him, when he, too, was fine, and Jason is holding himself like a wild animal intent on escape.

Fine. She'll never understand the stubborn way those of Man's World refuse to acknowledge their feelings and hurts. ]

Well, you are the host. I'd hope you'd stay. But I also hope you aren't feeling trapped, Jason.