memory’s so treacherous
Far be it for Finn to interrupt his son's routine more than necessary, because of course the Spyglass is victim to the same proclivities, but as Ever mentions eating over by the pier, all colour seems to drain from his face. He swallows against a dry throat, raising his hands against the sketches as if they are irrefutable evidence. "Uh," he begins, not really wanting to go into the you've never met your grandmother because she threw herself off that pier chat just now, but not wanting to lie either.
Ultimately, though, lying is the choice he makes, Finn shoving sweaty hands into his coat pockets. "I would, but I've left the... oven on, at home. We're baking cookies for your mom," he says. No, Finn doesn't know how to bake cookies. No, the oven isn't on. Gods, why did he say that?
Ultimately, though, lying is the choice he makes, Finn shoving sweaty hands into his coat pockets. "I would, but I've left the... oven on, at home. We're baking cookies for your mom," he says. No, Finn doesn't know how to bake cookies. No, the oven isn't on. Gods, why did he say that?
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
