FINN
”Perk of the job,” Finn replies, a lopsided smile on his face as he tilts his head back against the headboard, twirling the feather very gently between long fingers. He is remarkably oblivious to Remi’s silence, to the awkwardness of it. It’s difficult to pay attention to social cues when one is so bad at them to begin with, after all. ”A good quill,” he remarks, starting to sound a touch more put together at least. ”Then that’s what it will be.”
His gaze lifts at the softly offered comment, something guilty in his expression. ”I’m not good with people, Remi. With gifts, or... things like that.” Kindnesses, even small ones, are difficult to bear. ”But I shouldn’t have spurned you like that. I’m sorry.” It may have only been a few minutes since waking, but clearly the sleep has done its job for Finn.
His gaze lifts at the softly offered comment, something guilty in his expression. ”I’m not good with people, Remi. With gifts, or... things like that.” Kindnesses, even small ones, are difficult to bear. ”But I shouldn’t have spurned you like that. I’m sorry.” It may have only been a few minutes since waking, but clearly the sleep has done its job for Finn.
