we are all broken
”I don’t want to melt,” Finn mumbles, still threading his fingers through the soft fur and humming out a sigh as he looks around for her. She pops up next to the bed again on two legs and he offers her a sunny smile, which in itself says everything about his current state. Here is the pretty face men paid for; here is the man beneath the aura. She apologises again and Finn clumsily reaches for her hand - naturally, it’s the one with the cast on it, since it’s the closest to her.
”You’re always apologisin’ to me,” he slurs, like he doesn’t understand it. ”You’ve got nothin’ to ‘pologise for, Tobi.” Her sins, if they can really be called such, are nothing compared to the life Finn has suffered through, and no one guilty has ever offered him an apology. ”I’ll be ok. I’ve been through worse’n this.”
”You’re always apologisin’ to me,” he slurs, like he doesn’t understand it. ”You’ve got nothin’ to ‘pologise for, Tobi.” Her sins, if they can really be called such, are nothing compared to the life Finn has suffered through, and no one guilty has ever offered him an apology. ”I’ll be ok. I’ve been through worse’n this.”
that’s how the light gets in
