sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Finn writes quickly and precisely, his neat script seemingly at odds for a researcher expected to be able to jot things down without hesitation. He manages it nonetheless, writing down the names or parts of names and seeming pleasantly surprised to hear that Phoebe is involved. "Do you know whether the local man was Ascended or not?" he asks automatically, before a wry smile flickers across his face. "I suppose that is my next question for you. Apologies."
But then they are onto the more personal questions (it didn't take long), and Finn clears his throat, pencil tapping gently against the paper. "My apartments," he says quietly. "That is my favourite place in Stormbreak. A door to close against the world, should I need it." And he does - often.
But then they are onto the more personal questions (it didn't take long), and Finn clears his throat, pencil tapping gently against the paper. "My apartments," he says quietly. "That is my favourite place in Stormbreak. A door to close against the world, should I need it." And he does - often.
FINN
