my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
They're both staring at Frey, and Finn gets the idea that the deity probably doesn't mind. Swallowing hard, his tongue feeling too big (and his pants feeling too small, coincidentally), he can do little more than mumble a thanks and a farewell to the departing god, blinking in their wake as though the image has been burned against his retinas. He's still standing dopily next to the candlelit picnic when Tal speaks, and Finn jumps a bit.
Had he forgotten the other man was there, or why he'd called Frey in the first place? Perhaps.
"Oh. Oh-- n-no, it's fine!" he blurts, cheeks pink and fingers flustered, the ex-Spyglass not having a clue where to look. "Are you alright? I... do not know why we are expected to eat after you almost drowned. Are you hungry?"
Had he forgotten the other man was there, or why he'd called Frey in the first place? Perhaps.
"Oh. Oh-- n-no, it's fine!" he blurts, cheeks pink and fingers flustered, the ex-Spyglass not having a clue where to look. "Are you alright? I... do not know why we are expected to eat after you almost drowned. Are you hungry?"
FINN
