we are all broken
"I don't follow." Finn's lack of understanding might be a boon for once in his life, because when he glances at Tobi, it's with open confusion. "If anything, I ought to be more comfortable with it. I have played ball with you while you are shifted." And all the rest, but that goes unsaid. Kicking his heel against the bench again, Finn's brow furrows, like he's trying to find a way to phrase something he's never had the opportunity to provide.
"...When I see you, through my glasses... you are just... Tobi. Attuned, bright, full of good things." His cheeks feel hot suddenly, as if he's just realised how incredibly that might be overstepping. "What I mean is that I don't see anything wrong with you." Is that better? Worse? Probably worse.
Her agreement rescues him, Finn letting out a breath and nodding, just a little (a lot) relieved. "I am glad. And... I could just ask, but I would like to make my observations first, if it is all the same." It's more fun that way.
"...When I see you, through my glasses... you are just... Tobi. Attuned, bright, full of good things." His cheeks feel hot suddenly, as if he's just realised how incredibly that might be overstepping. "What I mean is that I don't see anything wrong with you." Is that better? Worse? Probably worse.
Her agreement rescues him, Finn letting out a breath and nodding, just a little (a lot) relieved. "I am glad. And... I could just ask, but I would like to make my observations first, if it is all the same." It's more fun that way.
that’s how the light gets in
