we are all broken
Finn is just about to take a sip from his glass when Tobi reaches out to unceremoniously swap them around, leaving him blinking and confused at the replacement given to him. He wants to comment on it, though he's not quite sure what he'd say, and by then of course the doctor is enjoying her own tipple. So Finn joins in, and the smile reappears, warmer and smaller in the simple pleasure of fizzy peach water. "Thank you," he says softly, one of his legs kicking back absently against the stone bench they're seated upon.
At first he thinks he's genuinely annoyed her, until he remembers who it is he's talking with. "I thought it was quite fun," he says in his defence, which is hilarious in itself given that they both know his sense of humour is on the wry side on the good day when it actually exists. When her next riddle comes, his brow furrows and he hums out a sigh under his breath. "Do they eat time?" he wonders.
At first he thinks he's genuinely annoyed her, until he remembers who it is he's talking with. "I thought it was quite fun," he says in his defence, which is hilarious in itself given that they both know his sense of humour is on the wry side on the good day when it actually exists. When her next riddle comes, his brow furrows and he hums out a sigh under his breath. "Do they eat time?" he wonders.
that’s how the light gets in
