we are all broken
"I can relate," Finn says wryly, unintentionally matching himself to the thoughts that Tobi is already having. "Though, I am learning to talk. Not necessarily through conventional means, granted. Someone is teaching me to try and take some control over my life." Trying on a smile for her, he gives the guitar a little strum, as if to demonstrate his preferred method of communication. And so far his attempts to make those changes have been going well - this meeting would never have happened a season ago, after all.
Swimming pianos have him tilting his head, acknowledging that she may very well be right, though he does doubt it. And whilst he does notice the disturbance from the others nearby, he does his best not to let it dampen their conversation. "I think you have me quite stumped, Tobi," he confesses. "Pray tell, what is the difference between a piano and a fish?"
Swimming pianos have him tilting his head, acknowledging that she may very well be right, though he does doubt it. And whilst he does notice the disturbance from the others nearby, he does his best not to let it dampen their conversation. "I think you have me quite stumped, Tobi," he confesses. "Pray tell, what is the difference between a piano and a fish?"
that’s how the light gets in
