I see we're both crazy
And now it’s Falke’s turn to snort when she tells him about deflecting with the Orator’s mostly harmless advances with his name. “Some people just don’t take their health seriously enough,” he muses dryly, but letting the teasing drop. Dorian isn’t who they need to talk about, anyway. Even if he is avoidant and constantly deflecting, he’s stable.
“Yes,” he says after another sip, putting it down to open up his notebook. Flipping to the day he’d made notes on the session, he scans just to remind himself of the specifics. “Said he feels himself opening up to this man in a way he wouldn’t with a good friend or a doctor. He sees himself, or a version of what he could be. And Finn…” he sighs, quietly, not in frustration or despair, but in regret, because he wishes he could help the man more. “Finn has always been different, you know. Now he’s found what he sees is a connection unlike any other, with no preconceived notions from Order members and rumors, no one who “has”-” he makes air quotes around the word, indicating their jobs “- to listen to him. He said there’s something broken inside this man and he wants to fix it - and do what he can’t do for himself.”
One hand smoothes his brow ridge, resting his head in his fingers for a moment before looking up. “That’s what I have to talk to Cian about.”
And Gods, how he doesn’t want to. It feels like tattling and breaking a patient’s trust instead of something for the good of the Order, but what Finn had said was something he had to report. For the sake of everyone else. It's something he's always struggled with because it puts an inherent wall between himsel and the patient, but in the end Falke Guildestern always does his duty.
“Yes,” he says after another sip, putting it down to open up his notebook. Flipping to the day he’d made notes on the session, he scans just to remind himself of the specifics. “Said he feels himself opening up to this man in a way he wouldn’t with a good friend or a doctor. He sees himself, or a version of what he could be. And Finn…” he sighs, quietly, not in frustration or despair, but in regret, because he wishes he could help the man more. “Finn has always been different, you know. Now he’s found what he sees is a connection unlike any other, with no preconceived notions from Order members and rumors, no one who “has”-” he makes air quotes around the word, indicating their jobs “- to listen to him. He said there’s something broken inside this man and he wants to fix it - and do what he can’t do for himself.”
One hand smoothes his brow ridge, resting his head in his fingers for a moment before looking up. “That’s what I have to talk to Cian about.”
And Gods, how he doesn’t want to. It feels like tattling and breaking a patient’s trust instead of something for the good of the Order, but what Finn had said was something he had to report. For the sake of everyone else. It's something he's always struggled with because it puts an inherent wall between himsel and the patient, but in the end Falke Guildestern always does his duty.
that's alright with me
come with me and let yourself go
FALKE
