Falke
Ah, he’s made a misstep; a necessary, but unfortunate misstep. Obligations demand Falke put the Order above all, even when he wishes he couldn’t. Like Finn, he can’t imagine a better life than what he has now, what they’ve made him into, the opportunities given. And yet times like these make him fervently wish some things were more… flexible.
“If you can maintain a relationship with him that allows you still do your job, I don’t see how it could be anything but beneficial. Plenty of members have friends outside The Order, spouses -” he tries to make it better, tries to smooth the edges of the sting. It won’t do any good, he knows, the signs of Finn’s retreat are in blazing bold letters - you done fucked up, doc.
“I hope that’s not just placating me,” he adds with a slight, awkward chuckle. “And as always, if you want to talk more about our fixations, myself or Doctor Hart are always available.” A pause. “Or even about the demigod’s complexity. I might be able to shed some light…” Tapping the table, Falke stands before putting his notebook in his bag and then bringing out two small bottles of the promised sleep aids.
“Enough for the next couple of days,” he says, offering it to the Spyglass before patting him on the shoulder and heading out of the room.
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“If you can maintain a relationship with him that allows you still do your job, I don’t see how it could be anything but beneficial. Plenty of members have friends outside The Order, spouses -” he tries to make it better, tries to smooth the edges of the sting. It won’t do any good, he knows, the signs of Finn’s retreat are in blazing bold letters - you done fucked up, doc.
“I hope that’s not just placating me,” he adds with a slight, awkward chuckle. “And as always, if you want to talk more about our fixations, myself or Doctor Hart are always available.” A pause. “Or even about the demigod’s complexity. I might be able to shed some light…” Tapping the table, Falke stands before putting his notebook in his bag and then bringing out two small bottles of the promised sleep aids.
“Enough for the next couple of days,” he says, offering it to the Spyglass before patting him on the shoulder and heading out of the room.
-END
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