Falke
Falke is always gentle with Finn; even his version of tough love is meant to guide instead of shock or beat or force him to do something. The other Order members are prickly enough, enmeshed in their own problems and prejudices regarding the way thoughts ‘ought’ to be done, and Falke has never had the intention to be like that. Even when Finn acts like the Fixer might jump down his throat, Falke is ready with a mild expression. Taking in the coat, the wet and dirty clothes, he just closes his journal and puts it in his bag with a flourish.
“You are, indeed. Which means there’s plenty of time to get some tea. You also look like you could use some, too. I’ll be right back.” For this short distance, he leaves his cane in the room and shuts the door behind him, giving Finn the privacy to change his clothes if he’d like, to give himself a minute.
It’s win-win. Falke really does want some tea and busies himself asking the kitchen for a pot and two cups, some milk and tiny bit of sugar - and to put it on Dorian’s tab.
“You are, indeed. Which means there’s plenty of time to get some tea. You also look like you could use some, too. I’ll be right back.” For this short distance, he leaves his cane in the room and shuts the door behind him, giving Finn the privacy to change his clothes if he’d like, to give himself a minute.
It’s win-win. Falke really does want some tea and busies himself asking the kitchen for a pot and two cups, some milk and tiny bit of sugar - and to put it on Dorian’s tab.
oh we're human, only human
like a moth to a flame, flickering so dangerously
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