memory’s so treacherous
"On the dresser is a good idea," Finn agrees with a small smile. Somewhere he'd still see it every day, and have the choice as to whether to choose something from the list - and what. Seeming more content now than he has all morning, the ex-Spyglass is indulging in teasing a lock of Tobi's hair around his finger, letting his eyes slip shut right up until he feels her tense against him.
Eyes blinking back open, he shakes his head a bit. "I don't think so," he murmurs, and he means it (which is surprising on its own). "We accidentally dreamed together a season or two ago, and I think we understand each other better now. He was actually being quite helpful." And he thinks he might be even more helpful now that Finn knows what's happening properly.
"Thank you for offering to slap him in the face again, though. I assume that is what you were implying." He smiles.
Eyes blinking back open, he shakes his head a bit. "I don't think so," he murmurs, and he means it (which is surprising on its own). "We accidentally dreamed together a season or two ago, and I think we understand each other better now. He was actually being quite helpful." And he thinks he might be even more helpful now that Finn knows what's happening properly.
"Thank you for offering to slap him in the face again, though. I assume that is what you were implying." He smiles.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
