we are all broken
It is testament to how far Finn has come that he relaxes against October when she leans into him, nodding his understanding. "I will be careful," he assures her, and there will be no further mention of unicorns at all for the rest of the date, unless the conversation is specifically breached by Tobi. Besides, as she's about to find out, he's soon distracted by something else.
"That is alright," he says with a dimpled smile, "perhaps you can bring me flowers next time." Whenever and wherever that might be. Closing his eyes as if to savour the kiss delivered to the corner of his mouth, Finn spends a moment fishing in his pockets before withdrawing a pin that he might fix the rose to Tobi's coat.
"Just you and me? I would like that," he says, though she'll likely know that already. "I could cook for us? Or we could go out somewhere?"
"That is alright," he says with a dimpled smile, "perhaps you can bring me flowers next time." Whenever and wherever that might be. Closing his eyes as if to savour the kiss delivered to the corner of his mouth, Finn spends a moment fishing in his pockets before withdrawing a pin that he might fix the rose to Tobi's coat.
"Just you and me? I would like that," he says, though she'll likely know that already. "I could cook for us? Or we could go out somewhere?"
that’s how the light gets in
