as I hold my soul all the music pours out
It’s nice to hear patients finally agree with you; seeing repeated words finally - maybe?- sinking in. Underneath it all is the knowledge that things won’t change unless Cian agrees to it and Finn actually wants it, but this kind of agreement matters all the same.
Finishing his own scone, the second tucked away for later, Falke sits back a little and nods. “I know you’re not just saying that to appease me,” because that’s never been the Spyglass’s style, “So if and when you’re serious about it and ready to tackle Cian, you’ll have my support. In writing or in person.” It has to be Finn who advocates for himself. That’s the way things truly change; Falke can advise and assist and help him cope, but in the end the Spyglass has to do the work himself.
He licks his lips and takes another sip. “Other than a potentially impending war, is there anything else that’s troubling you? Triggers anxiety?”
Finishing his own scone, the second tucked away for later, Falke sits back a little and nods. “I know you’re not just saying that to appease me,” because that’s never been the Spyglass’s style, “So if and when you’re serious about it and ready to tackle Cian, you’ll have my support. In writing or in person.” It has to be Finn who advocates for himself. That’s the way things truly change; Falke can advise and assist and help him cope, but in the end the Spyglass has to do the work himself.
He licks his lips and takes another sip. “Other than a potentially impending war, is there anything else that’s troubling you? Triggers anxiety?”
THE 'FIXER'
the greatest fear I've ever kept is dying with regrets
