you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
With the towel in hand, Finn makes clumsy work of drying himself off, something that furrows his brow with he first inklings of frustration. It isn’t a difficult task and it’s certainly not something that he’s ever found problems with before, but even with the cooling of his mind, his body has still been through hell. Huffing out a sigh when it’s apparent that he’s as dry as he’s going to get - but at least, blessedly, he’s free of ash - Finn wraps the towel around his waist. He shudders at the draught that blows in through the open door, giving a cursory glance at the feather.
”I think you should keep it for now,” he says before his mind can betray him and insist on having it beside him, and he takes a few careful steps towards the door. His hand extends to grasp Tobi’s shoulder when it’s apparent that he’s not going to be able to get far on his own, and he can already feel his vision darkening at the edges.
”Would you stay?” he asks suddenly. ”Only for a little while. I don’t... I’m worried about what I’ll do while I’m asleep.” He doesn’t sound as if he means the restful kind of sleep - more like what he’ll do when the fever steals his mind again.
”I think you should keep it for now,” he says before his mind can betray him and insist on having it beside him, and he takes a few careful steps towards the door. His hand extends to grasp Tobi’s shoulder when it’s apparent that he’s not going to be able to get far on his own, and he can already feel his vision darkening at the edges.
”Would you stay?” he asks suddenly. ”Only for a little while. I don’t... I’m worried about what I’ll do while I’m asleep.” He doesn’t sound as if he means the restful kind of sleep - more like what he’ll do when the fever steals his mind again.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
