when we used to sing

Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall

"Says you." You chime brightly, not falling into his darkness for even a second. If Finn has lost himself in orbit, you're more than happy to be the sun that holds him there, providing light, until he's ready to go off on his own. "You aren't the only musician here." Though he'll have to take your word for that, seeing as there's no piano in the apartment you've just entered.

It isn't for you to read into things. That's Falke's domain, and so as you let your eyes drift from surface to surface, you don't let yourself extrapolate anything. Not a single thing. Not how well-loved some of the books seem in comparison to others. Not the perfect angles with which the rugs meet the bookcases. Not how music and research intermingle on the chalkboard, the perfectly rendered notes and letters.

You can absolutely try to stop him, but Finn is a load of bricks that seems to be pulled to the floor. Rather than fighting him, you sink down as well. It hardly matters right now where he is, so long as he's safe. Quickly you realize neither of you has closed the door, and so you crawl over and press it shut, reaching up to snag the bolt before returning to Finn's side. "No one knows I've found you. No one knows you're here. And if anyone comes to the door, I'll scare them off." Tobi's bark is absolutely worse than her bite, but not many know that.

October