memory’s so treacherous
Honestly, even if Finn had been in top form (and what’s that like, exactly?) he wouldn’t have known what to do with her comments. He swallows, blinking awkwardly up at her - a stuffed bear to be loved fiercely, huh - and takes her next comment as an opportunity to sit right up. He’s not as careless as to ignore the fact that he’s still injured, but he does feel better, pressing a hand to the fading bruises and sighing out a breath of relief.
”Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” he says quietly, though he’s trying to hide a smile at her comments. Which are true, however darkly they might be interpreted. ”Thank you,” he says, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. ”Maybe this means I’ll be able to get some sleep.” He almost laughs - because that’s how ridiculous a prospect it seems to him.
”Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine?” he says quietly, though he’s trying to hide a smile at her comments. Which are true, however darkly they might be interpreted. ”Thank you,” he says, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. ”Maybe this means I’ll be able to get some sleep.” He almost laughs - because that’s how ridiculous a prospect it seems to him.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
