we are all broken
"But you must have packed it so carefully," Finn protests about the bag, though he's smiling and his eyes are closed to suffer through Tobi's ongoing affection. If it were up to the Spyglass he'd be sitting down by now with the doctor in his lap, and to hell with anyone who might come across them. Alas, their wet clothes and the rest of their day snaps at his heels, and eventually he draws back from her kisses enough to smile his reassurance to Tobi.
"No, I'm not hurt," he assures her. "I just thought there might be something in there to help you dry off." Nodding at her wet dress, he can't help the small shiver that ripples down his spine as a breeze sails through the Greatwood. It's hardly Longheat, and now that they aren't quite so active, the chill is starting to gnaw at him.
"No, I'm not hurt," he assures her. "I just thought there might be something in there to help you dry off." Nodding at her wet dress, he can't help the small shiver that ripples down his spine as a breeze sails through the Greatwood. It's hardly Longheat, and now that they aren't quite so active, the chill is starting to gnaw at him.
that’s how the light gets in
