we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
Finn has been to the Greatwood, but he still doesn't recognise this place in particular. It brings a curious fluttering to the pit of his stomach, and he doesn't know if he's going to scream or throw up or both. Instead, he's still staring uselessly at his hands until a man he both does and does not recognise appears through the trees. Jumping a bit (not unlike Remi), Finn struggles to focus on Ronin, on the words he says.
"I overdosed...?" He echoes the Lullaby's thought process, a frown furrowing his brows. Where had he been when he'd needed to sleep so badly? How long had it been? Did they have to break into his apartments? All parts of this make him feel cold, and he swallows uncertainly against a dry throat. "Then why...?" He frowns across at Remi now, as if trying to understand the other man's presence in his subconscious.
"I overdosed...?" He echoes the Lullaby's thought process, a frown furrowing his brows. Where had he been when he'd needed to sleep so badly? How long had it been? Did they have to break into his apartments? All parts of this make him feel cold, and he swallows uncertainly against a dry throat. "Then why...?" He frowns across at Remi now, as if trying to understand the other man's presence in his subconscious.
FINN
