[Fifteen. Nailed it. Natasha hears that hesitation as Finn seems to triangulate his answer, stumbling through the parts of himself he wants her to see. She can hardly fault him for that.

She's also not in a position to judge from her own experience at what age it's appropriate to stop being afraid of what kind of fears.

Her own fears at fifteen weren't that different from her fears now. Which was to say, not things she was in a hurry to play show-and-tell with.

A fact which doesn't prevent her from sympathizing.]

People dying is a very normal thing to be afraid of, in my experience. And not a fear that's very likely to go away as you get older.

[At least, one hopes not.]

Is that something you're thinking about now?