October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Looking up, Tobi regards Finn's open arms for a moment. Was it taking advantage of him, if she folded herself against his chest? Would it be asking too much of him to seek comfort? Gods she didn't know, and very nearly she might have stayed where she was if the thought of Ever holding out a sheet of paper with a perfectly composed and immaculately written request on it hadn't flashed before her eyes. Fleeing across the kitchen and into Finn's arms, Tobi presses her nose against the base of his throat and huffs a weary sound as she twines her arms around him.
"I just...it's so hard to know what to do in times like these. And this is such an important stage of development, and..." All of this is said into the fabric of Finn's shirt, but it's Tobi's next question that she cares if he hears or not, and so she straightens slightly that she might look up at him. "Do you think he knows how much we love him?"
"I just...it's so hard to know what to do in times like these. And this is such an important stage of development, and..." All of this is said into the fabric of Finn's shirt, but it's Tobi's next question that she cares if he hears or not, and so she straightens slightly that she might look up at him. "Do you think he knows how much we love him?"
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
