we are all broken
"I have a certain appreciation for someone bringing a doctor's bag on a date," Finn says under his breath, with no small amount of amusement in his voice. As for why not? Despite having just fucked Tobi up against a tree, Finn blushes all the way to the tips of his ears. "Well, because someone might see," he mumbles, the epitome of an awkward scholar (somehow, still).
It isn't that he wants to leave so much that he wants to ensure they are both as comfortable as possible, but his stomach betrays him by loudly rumbling at the mention of the picnic, and Finn rubs at the back of his neck. "I suppose we could eat first," he mumbles. "Shall we use my coat as a blanket to sit on?"
It isn't that he wants to leave so much that he wants to ensure they are both as comfortable as possible, but his stomach betrays him by loudly rumbling at the mention of the picnic, and Finn rubs at the back of his neck. "I suppose we could eat first," he mumbles. "Shall we use my coat as a blanket to sit on?"
that’s how the light gets in
