He had thought wrong.
It had been long enough now, though, that he felt like he'd had plenty of time to come to grips with the situation. He fished around in his sock drawer and pulled the watch out, feeling something inside of him twist at the sight of it, it's surface covered in blue splotches that had dried in place. With a small hissing sigh, he ran his thumb over it's face, then gripped it tight in his hand.
It was time to see what the damages were.
With his room barely lit by the sun that shone through the window, Finn decided to take his little personal chore outside. So, he gathered up the bamboo mat he had found in the scrap pile on the beach, rolling it up to tuck under one arm, as well as some few other things he thought might come in handy, and set off to go outside, where he promptly rolled the mat back out, and sat his a** down on top of it.
And then he simply stared at the watch, and wondered where he was even meant to begin. He supposed cleaning it was probably a safe start, and he pulled out a soft cloth from his back pocket, one meant for cleaning glasses clean, before setting to work.
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