we are all broken
”Oh wonderful. I look forward to it,” Finn mumbles, wiggling his fingers and gazing down at his cast as if wondering what an arm massage would even feel like. At least, he assumes that’s the sort of massage she means. His gaze is still directed down when she starts to speak, and Finn smiles humourlessly. ”Yes it is,” he disagrees, but there’s very little he can do to knit the threads of their conversation back together again. With a soft grumble, the Spyglass closes his eyes.
”I don’t feel well, Tobi,” he says, almost under his breath, and already Finn is slurring towards unconsciousness. Morphine has its drawbacks, as do all things, and he’s struggling in its grip now. ”Will you stay a little longer?”
”I don’t feel well, Tobi,” he says, almost under his breath, and already Finn is slurring towards unconsciousness. Morphine has its drawbacks, as do all things, and he’s struggling in its grip now. ”Will you stay a little longer?”
that’s how the light gets in
