when you bury your pain
Or the similarities column, Finn wants to say but doesn’t. He lets his hands rest back in the pockets of his coat, the distance between them fading away to nothing again; he lets it, feeling somehow more grounded with Remi close by, though he’s not sure quite what to say when the Alchemist speaks again.
”What do you mean?” he asks. ”I’m sure I could test the theory about the patterns of your aura,” he says, though he’s still very careful not to look at the other man given how much he’s trying to concentrate on Delphia’s residual presence.
”But if you mean testing whether or not things are real without my glasses.” Slowly, he slides the spectacles down his nose so he can glance at Remi over them, a faint smile on his face. ”So far so good.”
”What do you mean?” he asks. ”I’m sure I could test the theory about the patterns of your aura,” he says, though he’s still very careful not to look at the other man given how much he’s trying to concentrate on Delphia’s residual presence.
”But if you mean testing whether or not things are real without my glasses.” Slowly, he slides the spectacles down his nose so he can glance at Remi over them, a faint smile on his face. ”So far so good.”
THE SPYGLASS
you only strengthen its roots
