we are all broken
But that doesn't mean I've kissed you is enough to have the Spyglass faltering, Finn's cheeks hinting towards red by now, his free hand still dumbly holding onto the notepad and broken pencil as if it holds the answers to all of these things. "Well. That aside, I do not think I have any reason not to be comfortable around you whilst you are shifted." Which is entirely the point of the conversation, and absolutely nothing that is making Finn's palms begin to sweat.
He nibbles at the inside of his cheek as they delve deeper into the subject of his glasses, and although his hand remains in hers, the shutters are slowly coming down, Finn's gaze dropping towards the ground. "I don't know," he confesses. "They can discern races, but that is all I was ever told." Finn does see more, but that isn't necessarily the glasses - it may well simply be his own unstable mental state. (And it certainly leans that way, given that he sees things, sometimes, without the spectacles).
Clearing his throat, Finn risks a glance at her. "It isn't as though you could talk to me much whilst shifted anyway, is it?"
He nibbles at the inside of his cheek as they delve deeper into the subject of his glasses, and although his hand remains in hers, the shutters are slowly coming down, Finn's gaze dropping towards the ground. "I don't know," he confesses. "They can discern races, but that is all I was ever told." Finn does see more, but that isn't necessarily the glasses - it may well simply be his own unstable mental state. (And it certainly leans that way, given that he sees things, sometimes, without the spectacles).
Clearing his throat, Finn risks a glance at her. "It isn't as though you could talk to me much whilst shifted anyway, is it?"
that’s how the light gets in
