we are all broken
The wordplay, if it's acknowledged at all by Finn, goes completely over his head, and he taps his heel back against the bench and sips at his drink as he continues to ponder, clever mind ticking through the options. Get it, ticking? Get it? Granted, he's a bit distracted - unexpectedly so, in fact - by Tobi's delight next to him. It's enough to have him smiling around his glass, and he's about to say that he gives up when her quip about puns finally registers.
Finn lowers his glass and nudges his shoulder against Tobi, a gesture that's unexpectedly familiar and strangely comfortable. "It goes back four seconds?" he guesses, though rather than seeming triumphant, the Spyglass is almost shy in his thoughts about it. "I am not as good at this as you are. It still doesn't make sense, even if that is the answer."
Finn lowers his glass and nudges his shoulder against Tobi, a gesture that's unexpectedly familiar and strangely comfortable. "It goes back four seconds?" he guesses, though rather than seeming triumphant, the Spyglass is almost shy in his thoughts about it. "I am not as good at this as you are. It still doesn't make sense, even if that is the answer."
that’s how the light gets in
