October
It's a quiet consolation
A mistake that I don't mind
A mistake that I don't mind
Tobi arrives with a clear bottle of sparkling water that she's recently infused with tea and peaches, her mbira, and a tennis ball (just in case). The chill of the outside world is not entirely defended against by the Tower, so although the doctor wears an oversized cable-knit sweater, she also has a tartan blanket with her too—the one from her office.
"I didn't think I'd be seeing those particular strings again." The words have an air of a question, but it would be easy enough for Finn to brush it off if he didn't feel like talking about it. Though Tobi wouldn't necessarily say that Finn is a completely different person now, there are enough small changes in some of his routines and mannerisms that she wouldn't say he's quite as predictable as he once was.
And that wasn't a bad thing.
Beaming at the spyglass, Tobi holds up the glass bottle that shimmers a faint gold. "For after. Don't worry, it's non-alcoholic."
"I didn't think I'd be seeing those particular strings again." The words have an air of a question, but it would be easy enough for Finn to brush it off if he didn't feel like talking about it. Though Tobi wouldn't necessarily say that Finn is a completely different person now, there are enough small changes in some of his routines and mannerisms that she wouldn't say he's quite as predictable as he once was.
And that wasn't a bad thing.
Beaming at the spyglass, Tobi holds up the glass bottle that shimmers a faint gold. "For after. Don't worry, it's non-alcoholic."
Maybe you'll meet me at the station
Or maybe somewhere down the line
Or maybe somewhere down the line
