awareness is the enemy of sanity
”Alright.” Finn sets the glasses on top, seals the container, and sets it down nearby. He is the perfect patient as she works, compliant, allowing her to move and manoeuvre as she needs to, following instructions to the letter. His hands are examined, his eyes, too, swabs are taken, and he lets the silence draw out.
He’s gone somewhere deep inside himself, though that likely would have been the case even were it not for the events at the Climb. He may be comfortable naked, but this is precisely why. He doesn’t need to be here while others are touching him. He’s just meat and unfortunate nerve endings that send distant signals to his brain.
The sound of her voice causes him to blink, his attention snapping to her briefly, confusion flooding his features. ”Do you always sound so happy about it?” he asks dryly, offering out his arm for her to prick him with a needle.
He’s gone somewhere deep inside himself, though that likely would have been the case even were it not for the events at the Climb. He may be comfortable naked, but this is precisely why. He doesn’t need to be here while others are touching him. He’s just meat and unfortunate nerve endings that send distant signals to his brain.
The sound of her voice causes him to blink, his attention snapping to her briefly, confusion flooding his features. ”Do you always sound so happy about it?” he asks dryly, offering out his arm for her to prick him with a needle.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
