we are all broken
”I’d really like that,” he says, a boyish sort of wonder overcoming his expression as he turns the cast, trying to get a better look at the chords. ”Can you play this?” he asks. ”If I had my guitar, we could play together...” He’s forgotten, momentarily, that he absolutely can’t do anything of the sort right now, but that’s the price of a happy distraction. Relaxing back into the bed to watch Tobi with half-lidded eyes, Finn smiles at the prospect of hearing her.
”If you do, would you keep your door open? I’d like to hear it.” Finn, who asks for nothing, wants nothing, expects nothing; to make a request is entirely out of character, the medicine considerably loosening his tongue so that truth and desire can creep out.
”If you do, would you keep your door open? I’d like to hear it.” Finn, who asks for nothing, wants nothing, expects nothing; to make a request is entirely out of character, the medicine considerably loosening his tongue so that truth and desire can creep out.
that’s how the light gets in
