we are all broken
Finn can't help the surprised laugh that huffs out from his chest, not having expected a reaction so strong, though he does begin to play a winding and meandering sort of melody - not nearly as energetic, but a cheerful sort of lullaby nonetheless. It's something for his hands to do whilst they talk, if nothing else - and it's easy enough for Tobi to join in if she likes, too.
"I am glad I did too," he admits with a warm, secret sort of smile. Finn is not the time to do kind things for himself, and this feels exquisitely selfish, almost - like a step too far in the right direction. If he isn't careful, he might fall into this feeling and never surface, and who would he be then? Would he care?
Bemused by her thanks but nonetheless accepting of it, he gives a nod to her. "You are welcome. Would you like to keep playing? Perhaps one day you can show me the piano."
"I am glad I did too," he admits with a warm, secret sort of smile. Finn is not the time to do kind things for himself, and this feels exquisitely selfish, almost - like a step too far in the right direction. If he isn't careful, he might fall into this feeling and never surface, and who would he be then? Would he care?
Bemused by her thanks but nonetheless accepting of it, he gives a nod to her. "You are welcome. Would you like to keep playing? Perhaps one day you can show me the piano."
that’s how the light gets in
