finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
Whether or not Finn is aware of it, he's a bit of a solid brick wall compared to, say, a small child, such that he barely feels it as Luka runs into the backs of his legs. Only when the sound of the boy hitting the icy streets reaches his ears does he turn, his arms still occupied with the wood from the carpenter, though his expression (mildly surprised) does soften as he notes the scrapes on the boy's hands.
"Are you alright?" he asks, not needing to respond to the apology given that he doesn't believe the boy owes him one. Placing down the lumber he's collected, he reaches out to offer him help getting back to his feet. Finn knows better than to grab scraped hands, at least, so if Luka allows, he'll get him upright by grasping little arms, plopping him back on his feet.
"Are you alright?" he asks, not needing to respond to the apology given that he doesn't believe the boy owes him one. Placing down the lumber he's collected, he reaches out to offer him help getting back to his feet. Finn knows better than to grab scraped hands, at least, so if Luka allows, he'll get him upright by grasping little arms, plopping him back on his feet.
it always feels so stark
