Its not a purse

Well, he had never been here before. Blue eyes took in the pretty area, the gorgeous falls and foliage. The sun played with the water to paint rainbows around him. It was all gorgeous, really, but he had work to do. Taking the moment he took in the sights with a sigh before continueing on. He was busy doing his job and restocking his stores, but perhaps that wasn't entirely the only reason he was here. He was busy, yes, and it was a good way to keep him distracted. His mind was so full of such...terrifying things that he couldn't help but run from them. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her, convulsing and panicking, seeing things that scared her even now. He was terrified he had taken too long and now it was all permanent...

With a shake of his head he tried to dislodge the thought that never wanted to leave, his brows furrowing as he sighed again. Stella was back at home, watching over his little sister so he would know in a second if something were wrong. But he couldn't help but...panic. He worried, and worried, and it was really distracting him. He shook his head again and tried to focus, searching through this new territory for something he could use, something valuable...something that might help Finch rid of her demons. Maybe, perhaps one day.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"