FINN
The conversation has taken a turn, however good a turn it might be, and Finn feels his cheeks heat up as he contemplates his hot chocolate and listens to Tobi's appraisal of the advice he's given their son. And it's a relief honestly, even if he hadn't been expecting a run down of it, and he shifts a bit on the bench and takes another sip of his drink. "I am glad," he murmurs. "I know we are not... I know it isn't the sort of family most would imagine. But it doesn't mean he is any less loved."
Rolling his cup between his hands now and gazing down into the cream as it melts slowly into the drink, Finn furrows his brow. "Will he be alright, do you think?" he asks. Finn has already expressed his worries that their son will end up like him, and to know that he's already struggling... it cuts deep, even if the Spyglass tries not to show it.
Rolling his cup between his hands now and gazing down into the cream as it melts slowly into the drink, Finn furrows his brow. "Will he be alright, do you think?" he asks. Finn has already expressed his worries that their son will end up like him, and to know that he's already struggling... it cuts deep, even if the Spyglass tries not to show it.
