FINN
and into the forest i go,
"Thank you," Finn murmurs, and he means it more than he has meant anything in a long time. (And that's saying something, because the Spyglass doesn't usually hide anything, even his awkwarness). "I think I would like to stay, if that is alright. I only think I can deal with the couch." The stale crackers and wine might make him throw up at this point - and so will hunting for ghosts in the basement. Indeed, Finn's already pale face grows maybe a touch paler at the thought of any exercise right now...
Only to brighten with relief at the mention of a book. "Yes, please," he says, happy to let Tobi lead the way - he's barely noticing her hand in his at present. "It doesn't matter if I was in the middle of something. I will listen to any book you were reading," he says. Honestly, Finn can't remember anyway. He's probably read at least two books in a stupor, over these last few days.
Only to brighten with relief at the mention of a book. "Yes, please," he says, happy to let Tobi lead the way - he's barely noticing her hand in his at present. "It doesn't matter if I was in the middle of something. I will listen to any book you were reading," he says. Honestly, Finn can't remember anyway. He's probably read at least two books in a stupor, over these last few days.
to lose my mind and find my soul
