Thursday drabble - Tonight, tell us about something or someone mysterious.[locked from Finch - as much as anything can be]
When we stood by Kohl's grave, I said I always thought I'd die in a place that didn't know my name. He deflected it, but I know he must know my real name -- he's read my file, after all.
But I don't know his.
Lionel's right -- he's been hiding for so long I don't even know if
he knows his.
Harold Finch. Wren. Crow. Any number of bird names.
Brilliant man with a tragic past.
A very private person...
He's my friend -- hell, he's pretty much everything to me -- and I still really don't know the first thing about him.
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Muse: John Reese
Fandom: Person of Interest
Word Count: 100 (not counting heading/notes)
Written for
charloft
Also fills 14. Bird prompt for 100 Drabbles of Summer