sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Unicorns remind Finn of the Celestine. They remind him of being healed by one while Tobi beamed beside him; they remind him of his broken hand and why it ended up that way. All of a sudden the Spyglass looks deeply uncomfortable, and his stormy eyes flick to something that seems like it's just in the periphery of their vision. He nods, but it's more like a conversational reflex at this point, Finn nibbling at the inside of his cheek and glancing back at Amalia only when she asks her question.
Rather than a snippet of personal flavour, as he's expecting, it's an invitation, and the raising of his eyebrows betrays his surprise. "Uh," he begins eloquently, glancing down at his files, at the coat he's still bundled in, at the messy briefcase. "Yeah, okay." It slips out quite without his notice, Finn rising to his feet automatically to grab everything up. "Was... that your question?" he asks.
Rather than a snippet of personal flavour, as he's expecting, it's an invitation, and the raising of his eyebrows betrays his surprise. "Uh," he begins eloquently, glancing down at his files, at the coat he's still bundled in, at the messy briefcase. "Yeah, okay." It slips out quite without his notice, Finn rising to his feet automatically to grab everything up. "Was... that your question?" he asks.
FINN
