sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"Do you?" Finn raises the bottle to glance at the label, and naturally he locks away this bit of information for the future. Tobi will find herself with glasses of this particular wine for the foreseeable, until she vocalises another that she likes the taste of. Such is life with Finn. Speaking of which, it's as his glass moves towards his lips that her hand ghosts up to his face as well. And usually he'd step back, naturally wary of anyone closing distance, but with Tobi he's promised to be better.
So instead, his hand comes up to gently brush over the back of hers, and he manages a softly amused smile. "Now I am home," he agrees warmly, before they're skipping onto the next subject. It's one Finn quite enjoys, surprise surprise, and he nods, taking a sip of wine and gesturing for her to lead the way back into the room. "I would like that. Let me go and get my guitar."
So instead, his hand comes up to gently brush over the back of hers, and he manages a softly amused smile. "Now I am home," he agrees warmly, before they're skipping onto the next subject. It's one Finn quite enjoys, surprise surprise, and he nods, taking a sip of wine and gesturing for her to lead the way back into the room. "I would like that. Let me go and get my guitar."
FINN
