FINN
the spyglass
”I’m not really at liberty to say,” Finn murmurs, which sounds as bad coming out of his mouth as it likely does hearing it for Sam. ”Sorry, I know that doesn’t seem... great.” He runs his fingers through his hair, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. ”Probably better not to talk about it any more.” Not about that, at least.
Rather than suspicion, as Sam gives descriptions and directions to his shop, Finn nods and peers out across the view again, like he can imagine the thin little building and the maps that would be created therein. ”I’ll be sure to stop by,” he says, and he means it - even if he isn’t sure whether or not he will even still be stationed in Torchline at the end of the month. ”I’ll leave you to your peace and quiet, Sam. It was good to meet you.” Was it? Finn is conflicted at best.
Rather than suspicion, as Sam gives descriptions and directions to his shop, Finn nods and peers out across the view again, like he can imagine the thin little building and the maps that would be created therein. ”I’ll be sure to stop by,” he says, and he means it - even if he isn’t sure whether or not he will even still be stationed in Torchline at the end of the month. ”I’ll leave you to your peace and quiet, Sam. It was good to meet you.” Was it? Finn is conflicted at best.
