we are all broken
It is most certainly still lurking beneath the surface, as the look in Finn's eyes can assure Tobi as she suddenly begins to strip off. But it's at war with the logical part of him now, and so it's with frozen limbs and ruddy cheeks that he watches her get comfortable. "It does," he agrees of it sounding perfect, but he's no longer thinking about the picnic. He does, at least, shift to settle himself down next to Tobi so he might begin to unpack their picnic, glancing sidelong at the woods as if everyone in a five mile radius might be peeping out to watch her.
"I am beginning to feel as if you have orchestrated this somewhat, Doctor Hart," Finn says, the old polite distance creeping into his voice, though the mischief in his expression is unmistakeable this time. He offers out a bite of Tobi's sandwich for her to take, fully intending for her to remain covered for the duration of their meal.
"I am beginning to feel as if you have orchestrated this somewhat, Doctor Hart," Finn says, the old polite distance creeping into his voice, though the mischief in his expression is unmistakeable this time. He offers out a bite of Tobi's sandwich for her to take, fully intending for her to remain covered for the duration of their meal.
that’s how the light gets in
