memory’s so treacherous
”...Here, I should think.” There’s something about having to amble through the Tower in the state he’s in that brings shame flushing to his cheeks. Even in the Silk Houses, sloppiness could not be tolerated, and it’s something that has followed Finn to the Order. Running a hand across his unshaven cheek, he glances up at Tobi suddenly, lucidity affording him gratitude. ”Thank you,” he says softly. ”For everything you have done so far. You... you went beyond doing your job.”
He’d be bad at this even in his right mind, so he has no chance here. Still, the Spyglass does his best. ”You’re a good friend, Doctor Hart,” he mutters, before throwing back the blankets and easing himself to the edge of the bed. The water has helped, though he’s still more likely to throw himself down the stairs in this state. ”Did you... I took a bath? When I got here?”
He’d be bad at this even in his right mind, so he has no chance here. Still, the Spyglass does his best. ”You’re a good friend, Doctor Hart,” he mutters, before throwing back the blankets and easing himself to the edge of the bed. The water has helped, though he’s still more likely to throw himself down the stairs in this state. ”Did you... I took a bath? When I got here?”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
