we are all broken
Finn's fingers are quite happy to noodle along, Tobi will find, and he closes his eyes to feel out the melody they make up - at least until the doctor takes the lead. Even then, Finn is lost in the music right up until her voice hits the air, sweet and unexpected; his stormy eyes flutter open, the Spyglass's fingers faltering for just a second before they pick up the baseline in her song.
He's smiling before he realises it, not the type to add his voice to his music - he plays precisely because of what he cannot say, after all, letting the strings and chords speak through him. "And did you?" he asks gently, tilting his head to her. "Dream a little dream of her, I mean." His fingers dance thoughtfully across the guitar, barely plucking. "I don't think I remember anything my mother gave me."
A touch too deep, perhaps, because he brightens purposely a moment later. "Thank you. I may just take you up on it, one day," he says of her piano, and for once it sounds as though it might be true.
He's smiling before he realises it, not the type to add his voice to his music - he plays precisely because of what he cannot say, after all, letting the strings and chords speak through him. "And did you?" he asks gently, tilting his head to her. "Dream a little dream of her, I mean." His fingers dance thoughtfully across the guitar, barely plucking. "I don't think I remember anything my mother gave me."
A touch too deep, perhaps, because he brightens purposely a moment later. "Thank you. I may just take you up on it, one day," he says of her piano, and for once it sounds as though it might be true.
that’s how the light gets in
