memory’s so treacherous
"I think it will be alright. It wasn't a bad burn," Finn murmurs, taking his hand back and turning it over as if to make sure the bandages aren't falling off or that his fingers aren't oozing through them. Nodding softly, he makes sure the rest of the laundry is appropriately put away before moving towards the door. "I can do that," he says, padding silently back out into the corridor.
A few minutes pass during which Tobi can get herself as comfortable as she needs to, before the ex-Spyglass returns with tea on a tray for her. "I looked in on Everest," he says. "I told him to be careful about noise, in case your head was still hurting." Setting the tray down, it takes a couple of awkward seconds of Finn lingering before he finds his words again.
"If... if this is not making you happy any more, I understand," he says softly. "I would not blame you for wanting to be with someone more like Ronin."
A few minutes pass during which Tobi can get herself as comfortable as she needs to, before the ex-Spyglass returns with tea on a tray for her. "I looked in on Everest," he says. "I told him to be careful about noise, in case your head was still hurting." Setting the tray down, it takes a couple of awkward seconds of Finn lingering before he finds his words again.
"If... if this is not making you happy any more, I understand," he says softly. "I would not blame you for wanting to be with someone more like Ronin."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
