October
a sunflower soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
"It's a compliment, Finn." You say breezily with a roll of your eyes. Some secret way of saying that Finn doesn't deserve the life that he's living. But you know better than to say such things, and so abstract compliments are about as close as you'll ever be able to come to offering the Spyglass your thoughts on the matter.
"Oh, have you suddenly become one of those patients who wants to be lied to? I can do that if you like." You say with a laugh, though maybe you are a bit too familiar with death. You can toe the line between honesty and being too morbid a bit better than this.
'Well, you can keep helping me learn the bones of the hand."" You jokingly offer as you stand and start to put things back where they belong. It's sufficiently boring that it may well put Finn to sleep. "So..." You spin, crossing your arms over your scrubs and looking mischevious. "Did it look like..Falke needed any help? Down where you were?"
"Oh, have you suddenly become one of those patients who wants to be lied to? I can do that if you like." You say with a laugh, though maybe you are a bit too familiar with death. You can toe the line between honesty and being too morbid a bit better than this.
'Well, you can keep helping me learn the bones of the hand."" You jokingly offer as you stand and start to put things back where they belong. It's sufficiently boring that it may well put Finn to sleep. "So..." You spin, crossing your arms over your scrubs and looking mischevious. "Did it look like..Falke needed any help? Down where you were?"
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
