we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
"Mm... for me it's more that whenever he fixes something, it accidentally uncovers three more problems." It's a confession that Finn hasn't even admitted to himself, let alone anyone else, and he feels a strange warmth come over him, to say it out loud. Still, he glances back across at Tobi, as she draws her knee up to her chest, the Spyglass offering a smile that, in the right light, might just pass as friendly. "I am terrible at being sociable," he tells her. "But I can listen, if you need it."
Then Tobi really ups the ante. "How dare you, Doctor Hart," Finn informs her. "I had the Articifer put a window into my office. I am able to tell when the sun rises, these days." Or he would, if he'd been keeping to any sort of schedule. Another point to Tobi.
She makes it sound so simple - and it is, Finn, he tells himself suddenly; the realisation has a rough laugh leaving his throat. "I prefer what I already know," he says, unsurprisingly. "But I... perhaps I will. Throw them away, that is."
Then Tobi really ups the ante. "How dare you, Doctor Hart," Finn informs her. "I had the Articifer put a window into my office. I am able to tell when the sun rises, these days." Or he would, if he'd been keeping to any sort of schedule. Another point to Tobi.
She makes it sound so simple - and it is, Finn, he tells himself suddenly; the realisation has a rough laugh leaving his throat. "I prefer what I already know," he says, unsurprisingly. "But I... perhaps I will. Throw them away, that is."
FINN
