memory’s so treacherous
"I'd appreciate that," Finn says with a quick, awkward smile, preparing the tea and bringing the mugs over to set them down at the table. He's too self-aware not to know his own situation, not to mention other people's opinions about it, so the less said the better. He sinks down in the other chair, trying to remember the last time he'd actually taken a seat there himself. It's a first for company, either way.
Flashing Tobi an easier smile, he raises his mug as well. "Cheers," he agrees, clinking the porcelain against hers and blowing the steam from his tea. "I wonder though, if we'd be the same if we were in that sort of situation. I suppose you never know until it happens to you."
Flashing Tobi an easier smile, he raises his mug as well. "Cheers," he agrees, clinking the porcelain against hers and blowing the steam from his tea. "I wonder though, if we'd be the same if we were in that sort of situation. I suppose you never know until it happens to you."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
