sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Some part of Finn's subconscious thinks that Tobi's point is a very good one, and hopefully it manages to pack that information away for him to refer to at a later date. For now, though, the Spyglass is feeling ruffled and flustered, and with bedhead and flushed cheeks and morning wood that is rapidly fleeing the scene, he can barely look at Tobi, let alone take her hand.
"I... Oh," he mumbles lamely once she's aired everything out in the open, resisting the way his body wants to crawl out of the bed and his mind wants to insist that he stay in a different room from now on (or get bunk beds, those would work, right?)
"I just... I..." Rubbing at his forehead, it's quite apparent that the Spyglass is stuck and glitching here. A muscle feathers in his jaw and he can't decide whether he wants to reach for the doctor or flee the bedroom entirely. "I'm sorry. This is... It is not a conversation I have ever had with anyone before."
"I... Oh," he mumbles lamely once she's aired everything out in the open, resisting the way his body wants to crawl out of the bed and his mind wants to insist that he stay in a different room from now on (or get bunk beds, those would work, right?)
"I just... I..." Rubbing at his forehead, it's quite apparent that the Spyglass is stuck and glitching here. A muscle feathers in his jaw and he can't decide whether he wants to reach for the doctor or flee the bedroom entirely. "I'm sorry. This is... It is not a conversation I have ever had with anyone before."
FINN
