when you bury your pain
”Oh yes. When I see them, I try to be wary,” Finn assures the other man with a lopsided smile, accepting the cup back and easily draining half of it in one gulp - he’s not sure, actually, when he last had a drink before he tripped over Remi. Glancing to the Alchemist’s shins, he’s about to inquire as to whether he actually needs medical attention when the other man confirms he’s really okay, much to his relief.
It’s more than a surprise to hear that Remi is on board with the Order, honestly. Finn’s eyes widen a fraction, the Spyglass watching his expression as if trying to find some pretence of deceit or humour. Finding none, he can only give a sincere nod of gratitude. ”That means a lot,” he confesses.
He’s still watching Remi as he looks up at the canopy overhead, as colour heats his cheeks, Finn chewing on the inside of his lip and nodding. ”I’m sorry too. For what happened, and how I was as well. Fear makes me ugly, I’m ashamed to say.” Raking a hand through his curls and finishing the water, he looks around the forest. ”I had hoped to find you again before leaving, but... the order came abruptly.”
It’s more than a surprise to hear that Remi is on board with the Order, honestly. Finn’s eyes widen a fraction, the Spyglass watching his expression as if trying to find some pretence of deceit or humour. Finding none, he can only give a sincere nod of gratitude. ”That means a lot,” he confesses.
He’s still watching Remi as he looks up at the canopy overhead, as colour heats his cheeks, Finn chewing on the inside of his lip and nodding. ”I’m sorry too. For what happened, and how I was as well. Fear makes me ugly, I’m ashamed to say.” Raking a hand through his curls and finishing the water, he looks around the forest. ”I had hoped to find you again before leaving, but... the order came abruptly.”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
