we are all broken
Finn is much too absorbed in the music to think too deeply about compliments and transactional relationships (thankfully, given his past). It's true that his callouses have returned - and if they hadn't, they would have by the end of this venture; he's been spending almost every free moment practicing or reading or sleeping, and it shows. A smile flashes across his face when he hears Tobi's baseline thread beneath his melody, though he can't take his attention off the strings for now.
Around them the light is golden and warm, and the scent of honeysuckle and sweet pastries suffuses the air. Finn's memories, no doubt, and it's a gentle reminder that he has good ones tucked away deep down. By the time the song rings out and fades, his knuckles are pink from rapping out the rhythm, and there's a boyish smile that won't leave his lips. "It has been a long time since I played that," he says. "Was it sunny enough for you?"
Around them the light is golden and warm, and the scent of honeysuckle and sweet pastries suffuses the air. Finn's memories, no doubt, and it's a gentle reminder that he has good ones tucked away deep down. By the time the song rings out and fades, his knuckles are pink from rapping out the rhythm, and there's a boyish smile that won't leave his lips. "It has been a long time since I played that," he says. "Was it sunny enough for you?"
that’s how the light gets in
