we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
"Wounds, then." Finn tweaks his vocabulary for her, a hint of dry wit to his tone now. "I am made of scar tissue by this point, I think." It might be amusing in terms of wordplay, but it is more true than he gives it credit. And, being so good at shutting things down, he recognises the polite dismissal in her remark, giving her a gentle nod for her trouble; an acceptance and acknowledgement in one.
Only as her dark eyes flick over him in quite so much detail does he give an indication of discomfort, though it comes in the hardening of his expression to something carefully blank, as if he's an asset on parade. "...Alright, so you might have a point," he concedes regarding the window, making a mental note to move the desk.
"Thanks but no thanks?" Finn surprises himself by laughing, the absurdity of dismissing a gift from a herald not something he expected to be faced with today. But gods if he doesn't feel lighter just for thinking about it. "Sure," he agrees, after a few moments. "I think I can do that. I... would you mind if I stayed here, for a while? I won't interrupt your work any more, but I think I could do with the company."
Only as her dark eyes flick over him in quite so much detail does he give an indication of discomfort, though it comes in the hardening of his expression to something carefully blank, as if he's an asset on parade. "...Alright, so you might have a point," he concedes regarding the window, making a mental note to move the desk.
"Thanks but no thanks?" Finn surprises himself by laughing, the absurdity of dismissing a gift from a herald not something he expected to be faced with today. But gods if he doesn't feel lighter just for thinking about it. "Sure," he agrees, after a few moments. "I think I can do that. I... would you mind if I stayed here, for a while? I won't interrupt your work any more, but I think I could do with the company."
FINN
