we are all broken
Finn has no idea where this conversation is going to go from here; he has never navigated to far from social norms, and he is about to openly admit as much when suddenly Tobi is drawing him into a hug, and he finds his arms automatically moving around her. Offering comfort in this way is something that the Spyglass is getting accustomed to especially with the new waters he's treading with the doctor, but receiving it is still relatively new.
All the same, he swallows hard and draws her tightly against his chest, as if she has reached inside him and turned a key to a door that has remained closed for so long it has rusted shut. "It's okay," he says; a lie that rings out for the both of them. "And I don't want to make you cry. That is not date protocol - I know that much for sure." Releasing her only enough that they might continue along the flower-strewn pathway, the Spyglass gazes up at the branches that stretch above.
"We ought to come here again in Leafchange," he remarks. "I think you would like the colours."
All the same, he swallows hard and draws her tightly against his chest, as if she has reached inside him and turned a key to a door that has remained closed for so long it has rusted shut. "It's okay," he says; a lie that rings out for the both of them. "And I don't want to make you cry. That is not date protocol - I know that much for sure." Releasing her only enough that they might continue along the flower-strewn pathway, the Spyglass gazes up at the branches that stretch above.
"We ought to come here again in Leafchange," he remarks. "I think you would like the colours."
that’s how the light gets in
