sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"Oh, I-- I am so sorry to hear that," Finn murmurs, blushing and not really knowing why. It probably has something to do with the fevered few moments spent with Amalia back during Longheat, where he both remembers and doesn't remember exactly what happened. Only that it's embarrassing to think about. So instead he talks directly to his empty teacup, the Spyglass nibbling at the inside of his cheek. Only the spilling tea draws his attention, Finn glancing up and moving instinctively to grab a towel to clean up. "Careful," he murmurs.
After cleaning up, Finn retreats back to his teacup, brushing his curls out of his face. "I, uh... I don't think you talk too much." Just that she says things he can't make sense of or react appropriately to. "And I take my tea black, thank you."
After cleaning up, Finn retreats back to his teacup, brushing his curls out of his face. "I, uh... I don't think you talk too much." Just that she says things he can't make sense of or react appropriately to. "And I take my tea black, thank you."
FINN
