we are all broken
”Perhaps it isn’t. We do serve gods, after all,” Finn agrees, though he doesn’t really know what he’s agreeing to any more. What he does know is that the gods are parading across the ceiling like the shadows from a carousel lamp (which is also something he might have just made up), and he’s lost in it while Tobi grabs a marker to doodle all along his arm. Finn can’t feel it, forgetting instantly that it’s in a cast, up until the moment she’s finished.
He lifts his arm, grinning at her and tutting under his breath. ”For tuning my guitar,” he tells her, his voice low and tired and somehow still infinitely amused. Apparently sedation awakens Finn’s sense of humour. Who knew? Still, he grows thoughtful as he considers the chords, the piano keys, music travelling the length of his cast. ”I love it,” he says softly, earnestly.
”I don’t think I’ve ever heard you play.”
He lifts his arm, grinning at her and tutting under his breath. ”For tuning my guitar,” he tells her, his voice low and tired and somehow still infinitely amused. Apparently sedation awakens Finn’s sense of humour. Who knew? Still, he grows thoughtful as he considers the chords, the piano keys, music travelling the length of his cast. ”I love it,” he says softly, earnestly.
”I don’t think I’ve ever heard you play.”
that’s how the light gets in
