we are all broken
As Tobi speaks about the elephant in the room, Finn seems to visibly deflate, and though it might be wrong to smile when talking about death, he can't help it. With dimpled cheeks, he glances across at the doctor and nods to her. "I'm sorry too," he says. "I wasn't sure what the protocol was either." Had he read about dating in the days leading up to this? Yes, obviously he had.
"Well, perhaps that is only a ruse," he remarks. "Maybe my preference is nothing at all, or lingerie." It is absolutely untrue, of course, but in the interest of recovering, a little dry humour goes a long way. As for what sailors use to blow their noses? "Tissues, I assume," he says seriously. "Though I suppose handkerchiefs are probably better suited to longer voyages..."
"Well, perhaps that is only a ruse," he remarks. "Maybe my preference is nothing at all, or lingerie." It is absolutely untrue, of course, but in the interest of recovering, a little dry humour goes a long way. As for what sailors use to blow their noses? "Tissues, I assume," he says seriously. "Though I suppose handkerchiefs are probably better suited to longer voyages..."
that’s how the light gets in
