we are all broken
Tobi isn't the only one with heat in her cheeks, and whatever confidence borne of insomnia that he showed to the nurse yesterday has all but evaporated now. It's with a mix of mortification and awe that he watches October navigate the situation, while Finn can do little more than sit with the blanket in his lap to disguise his very obvious interest in where the situation with the doctor was leading. He lets out a huff of breath that he hasn't realised he's been holding once the nurse is gone and the door is locked, risking a glance up at Tobi to see her burst out laughing.
Finn, of course, is not quite so vibrant, so the most she gets is a boyish and mostly hidden grin, the Spyglass rubbing at his eyes and softly shaking his head. "I think we can safely assume that I have lost whatever leverage I had gained over nurse Milligan," he murmurs, his fingers running through his curls. It feels nothing like when Tobi had been doing it, and he tries not to feel disappointed about that. Clearing his throat and sitting up a little more, he glances to the files in her inbox.
"I suppose I ought to let you get on with work, then, Doctor Hart," he says, and perhaps there's just a touch of mischief in his tone. Perhaps.
Finn, of course, is not quite so vibrant, so the most she gets is a boyish and mostly hidden grin, the Spyglass rubbing at his eyes and softly shaking his head. "I think we can safely assume that I have lost whatever leverage I had gained over nurse Milligan," he murmurs, his fingers running through his curls. It feels nothing like when Tobi had been doing it, and he tries not to feel disappointed about that. Clearing his throat and sitting up a little more, he glances to the files in her inbox.
"I suppose I ought to let you get on with work, then, Doctor Hart," he says, and perhaps there's just a touch of mischief in his tone. Perhaps.
that’s how the light gets in
