FINN
the spyglass
I’ll take the long way ‘round
”Hardly - you’ve offered more than enough.” Finn smiles, but there’s something faltering in it. Not something bad, necessarily - it’s just that he recognises the sort of woman Nate’s talking about. He’s researched her, found her... and met her, though he shouldn’t have done. She should have been in the Hollowed Grounds instead of taking a vacation in Torchline. Realising he’s lingered on it for far too long without offering anything further, he turns his attention to Pemota again as they walk.
That is, until Nate nudges him with an elbow. Huffing out a laugh, not expecting the other man’s closeness or sudden good humour, Finn rolls his shoulder in a shrug. ”Perhaps. You never know,” he says, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat by now. He recognises the next question for what it is, and the smile that curls at the corners of his lips is awkward at best. ”Lack of trust,” he admits, though he isn’t sure why. ”Interesting is preferable. I am punched a lot less when I’m interesting.”
That is, until Nate nudges him with an elbow. Huffing out a laugh, not expecting the other man’s closeness or sudden good humour, Finn rolls his shoulder in a shrug. ”Perhaps. You never know,” he says, his hands buried in the pockets of his coat by now. He recognises the next question for what it is, and the smile that curls at the corners of his lips is awkward at best. ”Lack of trust,” he admits, though he isn’t sure why. ”Interesting is preferable. I am punched a lot less when I’m interesting.”
I’ll find my own way down
