we are all broken
I just wanted to, Tobi says. But she hasn't just taken what she wanted. She's asked him. She's taken care of him, not once but countless times, providing a port in a storm for the Spyglass when the waters get rough, when his little boat threatens to capsize and he doesn't know how to get home. She's never overstepped, and on the rare occasion when she's come close, she's always there with a quick apology and a step back again. Patient and kind and every single thing that has never been afforded to Finn in his life, she has asked before taking.
And that, he supposes, is what has him waking up a bit, examining the situation for what it is rather than some half-dream drifting on the bands of sunlight from the window and beneath the door. Finn glances down at Tobi, a little more sense in his stormy eyes, and his smile becomes - if anything - a little more certain. "I'd like that, I think," he says softly. "I..." But there's nothing more that he really wants to tell her, with words.
So instead, in a twist that will likely go down in Finn's defining moments, it's the Spyglass who leans in, his lips brushing against Tobi's with a warmth and sweetness that both is and isn't exactly the sort of man he's become.
And that, he supposes, is what has him waking up a bit, examining the situation for what it is rather than some half-dream drifting on the bands of sunlight from the window and beneath the door. Finn glances down at Tobi, a little more sense in his stormy eyes, and his smile becomes - if anything - a little more certain. "I'd like that, I think," he says softly. "I..." But there's nothing more that he really wants to tell her, with words.
So instead, in a twist that will likely go down in Finn's defining moments, it's the Spyglass who leans in, his lips brushing against Tobi's with a warmth and sweetness that both is and isn't exactly the sort of man he's become.
that’s how the light gets in
