FINN
Flinching automatically at the unexpected fingers against his back, Finn picks up his pace towards the kitchen and sets about getting down a jar of tea while Tobi also continues to potter. "If we were still in Stormbreak and part of the Order, it would be a given that we would be part of things," he murmurs, ruffling a hand through the back of his curls and setting the kettle down on their stove. "But now, not so much..."
Letting out a long breath, he nods agreement about the rumours, having heard much the same thing himself. "It would be good for Ever to have somewhere safe to go..." he begins, before sagging back against the counter and rubbing at his shoulder, as if the tension there is already starting to build back up. "He does not like it here," he murmurs. "He hasn't said anything, but... I can tell." And for Finn to know without it being blatant, either it's painfully obvious, or he and his son express their discomfort in very similar ways.
Letting out a long breath, he nods agreement about the rumours, having heard much the same thing himself. "It would be good for Ever to have somewhere safe to go..." he begins, before sagging back against the counter and rubbing at his shoulder, as if the tension there is already starting to build back up. "He does not like it here," he murmurs. "He hasn't said anything, but... I can tell." And for Finn to know without it being blatant, either it's painfully obvious, or he and his son express their discomfort in very similar ways.
