we are all broken
Finn shivers at her icy suggestions, but it isn’t clear whether or not it’s an enjoyable prospect. He is smiling, so it might be safe to assume so, the Spyglass squinting open his eyes to look up at Tobi. ”Ice chips sound nice,” he admits, giving her a wobbly sort of nod. ”The blanket... not so much. I’ve slept under a lot of wet blankets, even with a fever. It’s not so fun.”
With a shuddering sigh, he tries to force himself to focus on Tobi. ”What do you want?” he asks. It comes out in a tone of curiosity, rather than the accusation that so often accompanies such a question. ”More’n ice chips, I bet.”
With a shuddering sigh, he tries to force himself to focus on Tobi. ”What do you want?” he asks. It comes out in a tone of curiosity, rather than the accusation that so often accompanies such a question. ”More’n ice chips, I bet.”
that’s how the light gets in
