memory’s so treacherous
"Your...?" Books doesn't get a chance to slip out between Finn's lips before Ever is quite simply gone, and the Spyglass is left to rub the heels of his hands into his eyes as if he's trying to focus on the new madness that has invaded their home. But, given who he is and who is son is, when Ever does call to him, his suggestion actually... isn't that unpleasant. Perhaps others (read: everyone but Finn) might have found the idea of itemising everything both tedious and exhausting, he does not.
"Right," he agrees, because yes, this is still better than admitting the truth, and he nods at one of the empty notebooks kept in reserve on the desk. "We ought to have a book for each room," he suggests. "That way there won't be too much information in one place." It is very likely that this is how Tobi will find them when she gets home, and Finn doesn't even care.
"Right," he agrees, because yes, this is still better than admitting the truth, and he nods at one of the empty notebooks kept in reserve on the desk. "We ought to have a book for each room," he suggests. "That way there won't be too much information in one place." It is very likely that this is how Tobi will find them when she gets home, and Finn doesn't even care.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
