"Spike," repeats Mr. Finch with a faint note of wryness, as if repeating a word from a foreign language. "Yes, this is Bear. Bear, easy, boy--"
He reaches down to the dog's head, petting the blunt, solid skull. Bear is... restless; idly, whimsically, Finch wonders if he's about to be mugged or something. Not that he has much worth taking, unless a cell phone with a dying battery that connects to a satellite system not-extant here is considered valuable. (He could likely fix the issue of the charger, he thinks. He can rig a charger, possibly. But he can't make a satellite.)
Finch's gaze lingers distractedly on the stark contrast of black nail-polish and very pale skin, not registering anything unusual at the moment. The young man might be a rock musician, he supposes. A guitarist. Their hands get very callused. Don't they?
He looks just as blankly at the candies on offer, brow slightly furrowed, before he registers he's being offered some. "Oh. No. Thank you, but no, I'm not sure I want to eat anything just now."
He shudders delicately despite himself at the vivid sense-memory of the wall. "I wonder how long I was standing there. Fortunate for me you came up, I think. Did you want to sit?"
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He reaches down to the dog's head, petting the blunt, solid skull. Bear is... restless; idly, whimsically, Finch wonders if he's about to be mugged or something. Not that he has much worth taking, unless a cell phone with a dying battery that connects to a satellite system not-extant here is considered valuable. (He could likely fix the issue of the charger, he thinks. He can rig a charger, possibly. But he can't make a satellite.)
Finch's gaze lingers distractedly on the stark contrast of black nail-polish and very pale skin, not registering anything unusual at the moment. The young man might be a rock musician, he supposes. A guitarist. Their hands get very callused. Don't they?
He looks just as blankly at the candies on offer, brow slightly furrowed, before he registers he's being offered some. "Oh. No. Thank you, but no, I'm not sure I want to eat anything just now."
He shudders delicately despite himself at the vivid sense-memory of the wall. "I wonder how long I was standing there. Fortunate for me you came up, I think. Did you want to sit?"