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one by one they lay the world at my feet,
one by one they drive me crazy.

You recognize the bag, the familiar lump of a medicine bottle inside. You also know what's on Finn's charts and what he's been prescribed. There's no need for you to make small talk about what he holds, especially since you know how reluctant he likely is to be taking it.

"I did, a bit. Though I was working an awful lot." Working to find a cure, working to understand what made the water working, working to learn how long Finn had.

The look you give Finn is one of welcome surprise, and while it might just be the Spyglass's way of evening the score with you, you're more than happy to take him up on the offer. Still, your fingers reluctantly stroke the keys. It's a strange addiction, music is, and part of you wants to tell him to leave that you might continue playing. You wouldn't—and don't—closing the lid on the keys. "Let me just grab my shoes." You hum brightly, not wanting to give Finn a chance to back out.

"Did you hear about the dragon egg that was found in Halo?" Shoes on, a loosely-fitting tanktop and shorts thanks to the heat, and your hair piled on top of your head, and you're ready to go.

October