finn
it always seems more quiet in the dark
"Mm, I suppose there is that," Finn agrees with a gentle nod, having moved towards the desk once realising that the office wasn't going to reach out and bite him at random. He doesn't look to the fire (what if it looks at him back?) or at the other places Cian's ghost might be lurking, instead examining the files and notebooks and other artifacts on the desk. "I came to see if there was anything Cian had begun that he hadn't finished," he admits, flicking through papers and straightening up.
"Any work that would need to be inherited. Anything that..." He huffs out a breath. "Anything that might help us going forward, you know?" Shrugging, he glances back at Tobi. "I think I was expecting much more than I got here."
"Any work that would need to be inherited. Anything that..." He huffs out a breath. "Anything that might help us going forward, you know?" Shrugging, he glances back at Tobi. "I think I was expecting much more than I got here."
it always feels so stark
