October
It's a quiet consolation
A mistake that I don't mind
A mistake that I don't mind
You've lost your balance here. Having stepped over the line from conversational to disapproving, you can't seem to find your footing again, torn as you are between being pulled in by Ronin's roguish charm and wanting to strike down any accusations against Finn. "What does your husband have to do with it?" You wonder, the Spyglass not having mentioned seeing Remi while he was unconscious.
Sighing yourself, hostility never having suited you well, you plop down into the chair next to Ronin. Crumpling as you draw one of your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around it, you offer the Star an apologetic crinkle of your nose. "Sorry. Finn has a habit of finding himself in the wrong place at the wrong time and often gets judged unfairly for it. I didn't mean to make it seem like that's what you were doing." You say, easily swallowing your pride.
Sighing yourself, hostility never having suited you well, you plop down into the chair next to Ronin. Crumpling as you draw one of your legs up to your chest and wrap your arms around it, you offer the Star an apologetic crinkle of your nose. "Sorry. Finn has a habit of finding himself in the wrong place at the wrong time and often gets judged unfairly for it. I didn't mean to make it seem like that's what you were doing." You say, easily swallowing your pride.
Maybe you'll meet me at the station
Or maybe somewhere down the line
Or maybe somewhere down the line
