FINN
Finn will be forgiven, he hopes, for his attention being stolen by the tiny squalling baby - he is concerned about Tobi, of course he is, but he's unable to look away from their child as he's bundled up and handed across to the doctor. Shifting to sit a bit closer, Finn peers over at the boy, a small smile curling across his face that's filled with awe and disbelief. "He isn't crying any more," he remarks, as if thinking that Tobi must have some sort of magic touch to have achieved such a thing.
"What is he called...?" It's the first thing he thinks to ask, assuming that Tobi would have something in mind. They certainly haven't spoken about it - or maybe they had, when he was sick. Maybe they'd both decided on it, and he simply couldn't remember the conversation. It wouldn't surprise Finn.
"What is he called...?" It's the first thing he thinks to ask, assuming that Tobi would have something in mind. They certainly haven't spoken about it - or maybe they had, when he was sick. Maybe they'd both decided on it, and he simply couldn't remember the conversation. It wouldn't surprise Finn.
