we are all broken
”I don’t like boats.” Finn’s words are whispered but suddenly his hand is gripping hers tightly, the other holding onto the covers of the bed, knuckles white, and he daren’t move or breathe lest they capsize. His mouth is dry and there’s a fresh sheen of sweat on his forehead. Shadows dance across the ceiling and threaten to drop into his mouth - he has to clamp his teeth down to stop them sneaking in.
”The brothel Madame? We’ve never met,” he says, his voice thick with weariness.Her circus isn’t my circus. I have Eyes - not peacocks.” Blinking back further tears, he gazes up at her with a wobbly smile. ”I didn’t have any friends before you. I wouldn’t know how to pretend,” he confesses. ”I didn’t know who you were before you said. I was just... enjoying being treated kindly. Selfish of me. Like the tide.”
”The brothel Madame? We’ve never met,” he says, his voice thick with weariness.Her circus isn’t my circus. I have Eyes - not peacocks.” Blinking back further tears, he gazes up at her with a wobbly smile. ”I didn’t have any friends before you. I wouldn’t know how to pretend,” he confesses. ”I didn’t know who you were before you said. I was just... enjoying being treated kindly. Selfish of me. Like the tide.”
that’s how the light gets in
