when you bury your pain
”Oh?” Finn raises his eyebrows, confused as much by the mischief on Remi’s face that strips years away from him as he is by the words. And at the explanation - the foot turned out, showing just what has happened - Finn can’t help it either, starting to laugh only to have to cut himself off, putting a hand to his side. ”You didn’t give me much of a choice but to walk into it,” he points out with a pained chuckle. ”I appreciate the pun, but my bruises certainly don’t.”
Were they more familiar and less painfully awkward around one another, he might have given Remi a push for his trouble. As it is he merely fixes his glasses, and purposely starts to walk at least two feet away from the other man, flashing him a sideways glance which is full of exaggerated suspicion. ”It was nice, to hear you laugh,” he says suddenly.
Were they more familiar and less painfully awkward around one another, he might have given Remi a push for his trouble. As it is he merely fixes his glasses, and purposely starts to walk at least two feet away from the other man, flashing him a sideways glance which is full of exaggerated suspicion. ”It was nice, to hear you laugh,” he says suddenly.
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
