we are all broken
There was a time only a few days ago where the idea of reaching for that upturned hand would have filled Finn with trepidation. Where the idea of willingly offering such contact, such simple and human touch might have been overwhelming. But the Spyglass is growing even if he doesn't realise it, and as he sees his own gesture echoed back in Tobi, he reaches for her with barely a thought. His fingers are cool from playing the guitar and holding the glass, but he wraps them around her hand regardless.
"I find it easier, sometimes, to write things down when I can't find the words to say them," he offers; a slow and hesitant suggestion, as if she would think it a silly idea. Because as far as he has come, he knows without being told (and it's obvious that people talk when he's not around) that he is broken, and that his reactions aren't ordinary.
"I find it easier, sometimes, to write things down when I can't find the words to say them," he offers; a slow and hesitant suggestion, as if she would think it a silly idea. Because as far as he has come, he knows without being told (and it's obvious that people talk when he's not around) that he is broken, and that his reactions aren't ordinary.
that’s how the light gets in
