we are all broken
Finn doesn’t think it’s bad at all, and Tobi is right; they are of the same mind on the subject, though the Spyglass hides there whereas he feels Doctor Hart is likely that way by nature. Then again, maybe Finn is that way by nature now too. Does nature change, under stress? His mind starts travelling on tangents, on ways to test the theory and research any case studies, and his eyes are closed and his breathing his already getting deeper when the pup in his arms makes it clear that his efforts aren’t good enough.
A sleepy, crooked sort of smile curls on his lips, Finn doubling down in his efforts to deliver acceptable pets. ”I don’t have the use of both arms, sorry,” he says quietly, knowing she’ll hear it without a problem. ”At least you know, now. What my right arm is better at doing.” Had they spoken about that, really? Finn thinks so, somewhere in the depths of his memories.
A sleepy, crooked sort of smile curls on his lips, Finn doubling down in his efforts to deliver acceptable pets. ”I don’t have the use of both arms, sorry,” he says quietly, knowing she’ll hear it without a problem. ”At least you know, now. What my right arm is better at doing.” Had they spoken about that, really? Finn thinks so, somewhere in the depths of his memories.
that’s how the light gets in
