my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
I hate being in my apartment too, these days, is what he wants to say but doesn't, and he ends up shuffling his feet awkwardly, chewing over honesty that wants to spill between his lips. And it wins, in the end; so mentally battered and dosed and stressed is the Spyglass, he doesn't have much other choice.
"I don't want to be alone," he admits. "But I don't want to be your burden either, Tobi. It's a long way up to the attic, and you are already very tired. So I can find somewhere to stay closer to where you live, for the time being." The logical answer, of course, is for Finn to stay with her, but would never presume such a thing.
"...Also, I never said his advice wasn't sound. It was his attitude I found problematic," he says, the smallest hint of a smirk on his face.
"I don't want to be alone," he admits. "But I don't want to be your burden either, Tobi. It's a long way up to the attic, and you are already very tired. So I can find somewhere to stay closer to where you live, for the time being." The logical answer, of course, is for Finn to stay with her, but would never presume such a thing.
"...Also, I never said his advice wasn't sound. It was his attitude I found problematic," he says, the smallest hint of a smirk on his face.
FINN
