we are all broken
Tobi's assumptions about him are absolutely correct, though Finn has to place his glass down to use his free hand to rummage in the pocket of his pants. He withdraws a small notepad and a pencil, offering it out to the doctor with a smile. "You never know when a good research opportunity is going to present itself," he murmurs. Or when inspiration for music will strike, for that matter.
Knowing better than to stare, and besides finding it more comfortable not to focus too hard on their clasped hands or whatever Tobi might be writing, Finn reaches for his drink a second time and takes a slow sip from the glass. The fizz dances on his tongue and reminds him of Flowerbirth and warm, breezy days. He makes a note to get out into Stormbreak more, when the snows melt.
Knowing better than to stare, and besides finding it more comfortable not to focus too hard on their clasped hands or whatever Tobi might be writing, Finn reaches for his drink a second time and takes a slow sip from the glass. The fizz dances on his tongue and reminds him of Flowerbirth and warm, breezy days. He makes a note to get out into Stormbreak more, when the snows melt.
that’s how the light gets in
