memory’s so treacherous
"I'm quite certain I do know it wouldn't have worked," Finn says with a wry smile (his cheeks hurt now, too; unsurprisingly, the Spyglass does not make this facial expression all that frequently). He moves his foot to let her get at the stick under it, reaching out to collect a few more and accidentally brushing his fingertips against hers in that way that's so typical of rom-coms that it's painful. Except there's no lingering moment where their eyes lock and they blush - no, Tobi's reaching into his shirt to collect another stick and Finn automatically flinches back.
"Ah - sorry," he says - and now there's a blush, but it's more shame than butterflies. Is he alright now? Is he ever alright? "I'm certainly not having a nightmare any more." Finn rises to his feet, glancing over his shoulder towards the cupboard. "I wonder what the Fixer needs for his supplies," he says suddenly.
"Ah - sorry," he says - and now there's a blush, but it's more shame than butterflies. Is he alright now? Is he ever alright? "I'm certainly not having a nightmare any more." Finn rises to his feet, glancing over his shoulder towards the cupboard. "I wonder what the Fixer needs for his supplies," he says suddenly.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
