as I hold my soul all the music pours out
His question provokes a laugh and a knowing smile. Falke acknowledges the vague frankness of the question with a duck of his head. It’s good to be able to laugh at one’s mental state sometimes. “I meant anything that stands out, given how well you’ve been feeling. Anything out of the ordinary.” He makes a you know, kind of gesture because this is a band-aid approach. The wound might never heal for Finn, but Falke can try to treat the most pressing issues in the meantime.
And if there are none? Well then perhaps they can look to maintenance and prevention.
“Of course.” Draining the rest of his cup in a single draught, Falke removes the napkin from his lap and places it on the table, brushing a few crumbs off his shirt. With a signal to Mags to indicate a thanks, he knows that she’ll send the bill to the Tower in a bit and the Order can settle it then (this is official Order business, after all, it’s definitely a write-off for The Fixer), he stands and looks to Finn as he gathers his notebook and extra scone.
“Shall we, then?”
{Fin!}
And if there are none? Well then perhaps they can look to maintenance and prevention.
“Of course.” Draining the rest of his cup in a single draught, Falke removes the napkin from his lap and places it on the table, brushing a few crumbs off his shirt. With a signal to Mags to indicate a thanks, he knows that she’ll send the bill to the Tower in a bit and the Order can settle it then (this is official Order business, after all, it’s definitely a write-off for The Fixer), he stands and looks to Finn as he gathers his notebook and extra scone.
“Shall we, then?”
{Fin!}
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
