blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
"Oh," says Finn, following Tobi's gaze down the hall to the rooms he has barely noticed (why would he, in his state of perpetually vomiting and sweating through all of his clothes). He smiles and gives a gentle nod, glad on some level to have been proven correct. Of course Tobi would have it all in hand - she almost always does.
Ruffling a hand back through his curls, it's really does seem like a them thing, and he's neither disappointed nor hurt at her response, merely giving a gentle nod. Then how is it going to work itches on his tongue, but she answers that as well with an anxiety inducing one week at a time. "Okay," he says, instead of the thousand concerns and things that don't make sense, because that's the only thing he can do.
Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, Finn forces himself to relax against the sofa. "This is really happening." He laughs softly.
Ruffling a hand back through his curls, it's really does seem like a them thing, and he's neither disappointed nor hurt at her response, merely giving a gentle nod. Then how is it going to work itches on his tongue, but she answers that as well with an anxiety inducing one week at a time. "Okay," he says, instead of the thousand concerns and things that don't make sense, because that's the only thing he can do.
Giving her hand a gentle squeeze, Finn forces himself to relax against the sofa. "This is really happening." He laughs softly.
FINN
