memory’s so treacherous
”He proposed to you,” Finn repeats, wobbling into the bathroom as Tobi opens the door for him, blinking at the sterile cleanliness of the place. ”You must have been terribly flattered. Imagine, being chosen by the Orator as his last resort by the age of 40.” Folding his shirt, he drapes it over the sink and lets his sweatpants follow suit, leaning heavily against the porcelain so he doesn’t fall over.
Offering a quiet smile, he heads for the shower so he can set the water to flowing. ”I meant in trouble from your intimate exams,” he remarks, but the rest is cause for plenty of nerves and concern. It probably explains why Finn falls so silent, the Spyglass stepping under the stream of water and promptly slumping back against the wall, his eyes slipping shut. The conversation has helped, but it hasn’t conjured good health in its wake.
Offering a quiet smile, he heads for the shower so he can set the water to flowing. ”I meant in trouble from your intimate exams,” he remarks, but the rest is cause for plenty of nerves and concern. It probably explains why Finn falls so silent, the Spyglass stepping under the stream of water and promptly slumping back against the wall, his eyes slipping shut. The conversation has helped, but it hasn’t conjured good health in its wake.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
