October
a sunflor soul
with rock'n roll eyes
with rock'n roll eyes
In a gesture more friend than doctor, perhaps lulled there by a false sense of familiarity when he'd used your name, you push away an ash-hardened curl from Finn's forehead and nod. "I do, yeah." You whisper, seeing in the dull depths of his eyes that he knows what it means.
"But I just got here!" You protest, smiling down at him and not meaning it to actually convince him to stay. Not on this ashen mantle, not in this place where the man who looks so like him can torment him anymore. "I can take you back to the Tower. Right to your apartment, but Finn..." You pause, biting the inside of your cheek. You want this to be a discussion. You want informed consent, but in its absence you...you aren't sure if you won't just do what you feel is right anyway. It's a horrible position for you to be in, but you aren't sure that there's a way around it.
"...you'll have to let me check on you. You can't be left alone like this, not always." Had anyone you know ever been in Finn's home? Falke, maybe. And that was a huge maybe. If Cian ever had, it certainly wasn't by invitation.
"But I just got here!" You protest, smiling down at him and not meaning it to actually convince him to stay. Not on this ashen mantle, not in this place where the man who looks so like him can torment him anymore. "I can take you back to the Tower. Right to your apartment, but Finn..." You pause, biting the inside of your cheek. You want this to be a discussion. You want informed consent, but in its absence you...you aren't sure if you won't just do what you feel is right anyway. It's a horrible position for you to be in, but you aren't sure that there's a way around it.
"...you'll have to let me check on you. You can't be left alone like this, not always." Had anyone you know ever been in Finn's home? Falke, maybe. And that was a huge maybe. If Cian ever had, it certainly wasn't by invitation.
curious thoughts
& a heart of surprise
& a heart of surprise
