we are all broken
"Alright," Finn says, though his brow furrows as he watches the woodgrain in the deck of the skyboat. Want and need are starkly different in terms of linguistic and social meaning, and he spends far too long dwelling on it all until Tobi once more breaks the silence, the Spyglass blinking himself back to attention and glancing across at her.
It's with a slow and awkward nod that he absorbs what she's saying, Finn shifting a little and wondering how best to navigate this absolutely-not-a-date talk with the etiquette he's prepared himself for when waking up this morning. "I think that is what I would want as well," he says, though his thoughts are about as far from his wishes for death as possible. "I hope that you are able to have that conversation with him."
It's with a slow and awkward nod that he absorbs what she's saying, Finn shifting a little and wondering how best to navigate this absolutely-not-a-date talk with the etiquette he's prepared himself for when waking up this morning. "I think that is what I would want as well," he says, though his thoughts are about as far from his wishes for death as possible. "I hope that you are able to have that conversation with him."
that’s how the light gets in
