memory’s so treacherous
It definitely isn't kissing, at least not by Finn's reckoning, and as Tobi barks and trots away, the Spyglass doesn't even have it in him to remind her that it's midnight and she ought to keep her voice down. No, soothed by the appearance of the lumbering pup, he feels his heartrate start to slow and follows after her, intending to be back at the clinic in mere moments. But then Tobi is bounding back, as proud as any dog ever was, and Finn actually lets out a laugh to see the wet floor sign.
"I don't think the floor is actually wet," he tries, leaning down to ruffle her fur and set the sign up properly before they're off for a second time. "But it will do. Thank you, Tobi - you always seem to know what to say." Then, because she's here, and so is he, and there's only really one thing to do from here, Finn tilts his head at the doctor. "Ball?"
"I don't think the floor is actually wet," he tries, leaning down to ruffle her fur and set the sign up properly before they're off for a second time. "But it will do. Thank you, Tobi - you always seem to know what to say." Then, because she's here, and so is he, and there's only really one thing to do from here, Finn tilts his head at the doctor. "Ball?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
