finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
"Yes, that was what I thought when I first picked up a hammer," Finn agrees with a small smile as he finishes off the basic frame so Luka can have a go. He tilts his head to watch the boy tap at the table with the tool, setting out a few nails and a bit of wood for him to practice on if he wants to.
Regardless, together they both succeed in putting the frames together - even if some of the tacks are a bit wonky, and even if there are probably more nails holding them together than is strictly necessary. "I think that will do," Finn says, setting down the tools and gathering up the frames now that they are complete.
"Thank you for your help, Luka."
Regardless, together they both succeed in putting the frames together - even if some of the tacks are a bit wonky, and even if there are probably more nails holding them together than is strictly necessary. "I think that will do," Finn says, setting down the tools and gathering up the frames now that they are complete.
"Thank you for your help, Luka."
it always feels so stark
