we are all broken
Maybe one day Finn will be able to breeze on by these situations as well as Tobi can - but today, evidently, is not that day. "No, it doesn't... at least, I do not think it can tell so much," he says, only to scoff a little at the matter of Cian. "The Eye knows everything. I would not be surprised either. It is probably all written down in his book." The slip of the tongue is absolutely the result of his becoming so flustered, Finn a world away from the man bringing LongHeat to life with his music.
Blinking a bit at the question suddenly directed at him, the Spyglass nods and lets his hand slip out of hers - it doesn't occur to him to put down the notepad, tight as he's holding onto it. He drinks the last of the juice in his glass, letting flavour and fizz try to melt away the sudden walls he's been putting up. "Sorry. I just... I am not used to talking about the things I see." Or thinking about kissing you.
Blinking a bit at the question suddenly directed at him, the Spyglass nods and lets his hand slip out of hers - it doesn't occur to him to put down the notepad, tight as he's holding onto it. He drinks the last of the juice in his glass, letting flavour and fizz try to melt away the sudden walls he's been putting up. "Sorry. I just... I am not used to talking about the things I see." Or thinking about kissing you.
that’s how the light gets in
