the spyglass
I used to think that I was bold, I used to think love would be fun
Five is successful, as he always would be, and though Eight's smiles are still shy and he can't really look at the other boy for too long, there's a sweetness about him that would have grown and blossomed if it had been given the chance. What would the men who sit around the table have become, if their younger iterations had been given time to flourish? It tugs at a thread of sadness within Finn to think about it, and he clears his throat and puts his glass back down.
"Oh, I didn't mean for it to sound negative, or destructive," he says in apology. "I meant more like... a calm place you can go to, whenever you need it." Not all chaos is bad, either, he supposes - and perhaps Remi is the hurricane in this scenario.
Finn nods thoughtfully as Remi continues, the Spyglass rubbing at the back of his neck and letting out a whoosh of air. "Me too," he says. "It's nice. Perhaps we can meet again like this, then. I can share some of the cases I am working on." It's a tentative suggestion, but Finn can't help but hope the other man will say yes.
"Oh, I didn't mean for it to sound negative, or destructive," he says in apology. "I meant more like... a calm place you can go to, whenever you need it." Not all chaos is bad, either, he supposes - and perhaps Remi is the hurricane in this scenario.
Finn nods thoughtfully as Remi continues, the Spyglass rubbing at the back of his neck and letting out a whoosh of air. "Me too," he says. "It's nice. Perhaps we can meet again like this, then. I can share some of the cases I am working on." It's a tentative suggestion, but Finn can't help but hope the other man will say yes.
now all my stories have been told; except for one
