we are all broken
”Is that what it is? Maybe, then. It’s good stuff.” Finn smiles with his eyes closed, still, missing any opportunity to misread her cheerfulness or otherwise. Tobi sounds as sunny as ever, and her voice carried Finn away to places that he thinks might be safe; or at least safer than is usually the case. He scoffs at the thought of having a ‘good right hook’, clumsily shaking his head. ”Nah. My left would be pretty decent in this cast though, don’t you think?”
Scrunching his nose as the scene with Dorian plays out, Finn blinks his eyes back open to gaze up at her. ”If Doran’s jaw was any straighter, you’d be able to mark right angles on it. Like a protractor,” he mumbles, stormy eyes seeming to focus on her face and then on the wall behind her, the bedsheets, the lights. ”Want to nap with me?” he asks suddenly.
Scrunching his nose as the scene with Dorian plays out, Finn blinks his eyes back open to gaze up at her. ”If Doran’s jaw was any straighter, you’d be able to mark right angles on it. Like a protractor,” he mumbles, stormy eyes seeming to focus on her face and then on the wall behind her, the bedsheets, the lights. ”Want to nap with me?” he asks suddenly.
that’s how the light gets in
