memory’s so treacherous
"Hey..." It's like looking at fear reflected back into himself, and Finn wordlessly holds out his hand for his son to take. It's a habit picked up from between he and Tobi and one that he mimics without thinking, an act of consent even when perhaps his son might just need a hug. Still, Finn is who he is, whether he likes it or not. "No, she isn't a job I don't like. I wouldn't even call mom a job - but I understand how you would think that is similar to marriage."
Letting out a sigh, Finn sits back on his heels. "Do you think that if mom and I were married then it would mean that all of us would never be apart from one another?" he asks, and his stormy eyes are smiling even if he isn't. "Because Mateo's parents are married, and they are very far away from him, aren't they?"
Letting out a sigh, Finn sits back on his heels. "Do you think that if mom and I were married then it would mean that all of us would never be apart from one another?" he asks, and his stormy eyes are smiling even if he isn't. "Because Mateo's parents are married, and they are very far away from him, aren't they?"
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
