FINN
the spyglass
They are two awkward socialites circling each other like vultures, and Finn realises his faux pas belatedly in the way that the other man suddenly seems wary. It’s a strange feeling, wanting to backtrack, to correct, especially knowing what Sam is, but it’s almost like he can’t help himself. ”Nothing, usually. It depends on what they want to do,” he says, aware that he’s being vague to a fault now and letting out a long breath.
”I find people that may be of interest to my government,” he says then, like he’s making up for it. ”It’s up to them whether they show interest in return.”
Feeling much more at ease with what the other man does for a living, Finn shifts his weight from one foot to the other, forcing shoulders to relax. ”Then your maps should turn out excellently,” he says. ”I could use one, when you have Torchline mapped out.”
”I find people that may be of interest to my government,” he says then, like he’s making up for it. ”It’s up to them whether they show interest in return.”
Feeling much more at ease with what the other man does for a living, Finn shifts his weight from one foot to the other, forcing shoulders to relax. ”Then your maps should turn out excellently,” he says. ”I could use one, when you have Torchline mapped out.”
