we are all broken
Finn can barely see her through the ways his eyes have had to scrunch closed to avoid getting ice chips in them, and he settles at last with some of them in his mouth, feeling decidedly less hot, and that was what it was all in aid of, right? ”Is it really a blanket if it’s just on my face?” he inquires, like that makes all the difference in this situation.
He’s perfectly content with his imaginary house and hammock, and living in an exhibit doesn’t seem all that bad if he still gets to be left alone, he supposes. The furrow in his brow suggests that Finn has found similar problems with her suggestions, but he’s much too tired and too strangely trustful of Tobi for now to be able to voice it.
”Don’t forget,” he says suddenly, sounding as if he’s fighting back unconsciousness. ”Don’t forget to play me the song.”
He’s perfectly content with his imaginary house and hammock, and living in an exhibit doesn’t seem all that bad if he still gets to be left alone, he supposes. The furrow in his brow suggests that Finn has found similar problems with her suggestions, but he’s much too tired and too strangely trustful of Tobi for now to be able to voice it.
”Don’t forget,” he says suddenly, sounding as if he’s fighting back unconsciousness. ”Don’t forget to play me the song.”
that’s how the light gets in
