blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
Finn would make further remarks about Nurse Milligan and her likely eldritch origins, but suddenly Tobi is in front of him, her hands reaching out to brush against his cheeks and his jawline. Her hands are cool and soft, the Spyglass having to resist the urge to lean into the touch and thus ruin whatever good Tobi is trying to do by keeping him steady. It's there again, this feeling of wanting to reach for her, and the phantom sensations of fingers gently caressing the length of his back are met with anticipation rather than the usual panic.
"That's fascinating," he says regarding the telepathy, and Finn really means it. He gazes down and into the doctor's warm, dark eyes, and already the stress pitter-pattering beneath her fingers starts to bleed away. "I imagine you must have a great deal of tension, then," he murmurs with a half smile, "based on all of the paperwork you did today." He reaches, then, albeit fleetingly, and his fingertips gently brush across her cheek. "Ah-- sorry."
"That's fascinating," he says regarding the telepathy, and Finn really means it. He gazes down and into the doctor's warm, dark eyes, and already the stress pitter-pattering beneath her fingers starts to bleed away. "I imagine you must have a great deal of tension, then," he murmurs with a half smile, "based on all of the paperwork you did today." He reaches, then, albeit fleetingly, and his fingertips gently brush across her cheek. "Ah-- sorry."
FINN
