we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
Finn jumps a bit to hear the sound of Tobi's voice, having been lost to his thoughts, and he blinks himself back to the present just in time to watch her leave for the kitchen. "Alright," he murmurs softly, turning the glasses case in his hands again; by now he's done it enough that the leather is warm beneath his palms, but he still hasn't plucked up the courage to open the case.
Tobi sinks down next to him and he wants to tell her that she doesn't need to be kind to him - that she has already wasted so much of her time being kind to him, and she doesn't need to play that role any more. But he can't - for all of his faults, he can't stop the fact that he's enjoyed his time here, in this little apartment with as close to a family as he's ever going to get.
So instead he merely slips Cian's letter from his pocket and holds it out for her to read. "I have been tasked with bringing together a group, to investigate a relic in the Peepholes," he explains. "I... don't think I will be gone for long. And I am not expected to fight."
Tobi sinks down next to him and he wants to tell her that she doesn't need to be kind to him - that she has already wasted so much of her time being kind to him, and she doesn't need to play that role any more. But he can't - for all of his faults, he can't stop the fact that he's enjoyed his time here, in this little apartment with as close to a family as he's ever going to get.
So instead he merely slips Cian's letter from his pocket and holds it out for her to read. "I have been tasked with bringing together a group, to investigate a relic in the Peepholes," he explains. "I... don't think I will be gone for long. And I am not expected to fight."
FINN
