finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
Both surprised and quietly delighted to find her clasping his cheeks, Finn smiles enough for a shadow of a dimple to appear beneath one of her hands, reaching up to brush his fingers over her own. It's not pleasant to hear it - that Remi doesn't have his best interests in mind, because of the way their psyches constantly seem to want to tangle and interlace - but that doesn't make it any less true, and he nods gently to the doctor.
"Thank you, Tobi," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment. "The glasses are on my desk in the music room." Because of course they are. "It may be in my best interests for you to hide them, so I do not know where they are." Because self-sabotage and people pleasing tendencies are old, old friends of Finn's, and he might find himself staring through the lenses unintentionally.
"Thank you, Tobi," he murmurs, closing his eyes for a moment. "The glasses are on my desk in the music room." Because of course they are. "It may be in my best interests for you to hide them, so I do not know where they are." Because self-sabotage and people pleasing tendencies are old, old friends of Finn's, and he might find himself staring through the lenses unintentionally.
it always feels so stark
