sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"A test?" he repeats, sounding a little confused and glancing up at her, before realising she's... joking? Or not? Blinking past it, Finn simply flicks through the file until he reaches a blank page so he might jot down notes to expand into a proper report later. Taking the pencil from behind his ear, Finn is already neatly printing out a heading when Amalia speaks again, and he raises his eyebrows in surprise.
"Oh... uh, okay?" he says slowly, not expecting it to be turned back on himself. Slowly, he moves to sit on the briefcase, and it proves more than sturdy enough to hold his weight. "Go ahead, Amalia." He feels as though her question might be a little more personal, and he's inclined to get it out of the way sooner rather than later.
"Oh... uh, okay?" he says slowly, not expecting it to be turned back on himself. Slowly, he moves to sit on the briefcase, and it proves more than sturdy enough to hold his weight. "Go ahead, Amalia." He feels as though her question might be a little more personal, and he's inclined to get it out of the way sooner rather than later.
FINN
