memory’s so treacherous
"It is, but you learn to live with it," Finn agrees readily enough; he's learned to live with enough in his life that his similarity to Remi Taliesin somewhat pales in comparison these days, despite how much it used to consume him in his unhealthier seasons. Smiling at her quip - something he's learned to do despite wanting to query further - what makes the tan aggressive, for instance? - and reaching for a few more notes and charts, Finn thumbs through them and promptly reorganises them based on date, constellation and time, stacking them into part of a larger pile of rogue paperwork.
"Oh? That is quite a thoughtful gift," he says, raising his eyebrows with interest and glancing from the binder up to the top shelf where several others are neatly tucked in like soldiers at rest. "The binders can be stacked quite tightly together," he agrees, before gesturing innocuously to a nearby stool she might have used to step up and get herself more level with the shelf. "Perhaps that may help next time? For now, would you like to look through these for anything useful while I collect the rest of the paper? It will be faster for you that way."
"Oh? That is quite a thoughtful gift," he says, raising his eyebrows with interest and glancing from the binder up to the top shelf where several others are neatly tucked in like soldiers at rest. "The binders can be stacked quite tightly together," he agrees, before gesturing innocuously to a nearby stool she might have used to step up and get herself more level with the shelf. "Perhaps that may help next time? For now, would you like to look through these for anything useful while I collect the rest of the paper? It will be faster for you that way."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
