we are all broken
Finn is about to hiss back Tobi in a play of joviality, until he notices the doctor's discomfort, clear even with his social difficulties. "I am sorry," he says in a low voice. "I did not mean to upset you. I just meant that you would not be persecuted here." Regardless, he is also looking around to check that no one is eavesdropping on their conversation (which of course they aren't).
"An exclusive guest list?" he echoes, stumbling a bit as he's nudged. "Like who...?" Cian is quite exclusive, and he certainly doesn't want dinner with him. Before Tobi can reply, however, Finn has strayed beneath the awning of one of the stalls, and he glances at the small wooden figurines there with soft curiosity. Reaching out, he selects a delicately carved rose, trading for it with something shiny in his pocket that the Fae nearly snatches with glee.
"Here," he says, offering it out to Tobi. "I also heard that one brings flowers for their date sometimes."
"An exclusive guest list?" he echoes, stumbling a bit as he's nudged. "Like who...?" Cian is quite exclusive, and he certainly doesn't want dinner with him. Before Tobi can reply, however, Finn has strayed beneath the awning of one of the stalls, and he glances at the small wooden figurines there with soft curiosity. Reaching out, he selects a delicately carved rose, trading for it with something shiny in his pocket that the Fae nearly snatches with glee.
"Here," he says, offering it out to Tobi. "I also heard that one brings flowers for their date sometimes."
that’s how the light gets in
