memory’s so treacherous
It’s like a match put to a fuse, the way Remi’s aura crackles and changes before Finn’s eyes, and the Spyglass barely needs to notice the other outward signs that his presence is unwanted to get the message. Quietly, he takes a step back from the other man, even if that does mean Remi is exposed to the rain once more. ”No, you are not,” he agrees, grip tightening on the umbrella as he considers the Alchemist’s words.
”You said I ought to return it, if I were so worried about your internal struggle. So I did. I was trying to be honest,” he murmurs, though an awkward and boyish smile tugs at his lips. ”If I am being honest now, though, I believe I was caught up too deeply in our conversation. It feels... unreal, looking back on it. I am not usually the sort of person to spurn another’s thoughtfulness. So I’m sorry.”
”You said I ought to return it, if I were so worried about your internal struggle. So I did. I was trying to be honest,” he murmurs, though an awkward and boyish smile tugs at his lips. ”If I am being honest now, though, I believe I was caught up too deeply in our conversation. It feels... unreal, looking back on it. I am not usually the sort of person to spurn another’s thoughtfulness. So I’m sorry.”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
