we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
"No," he mumbles. "Remi." His stormy eyes are focused hard on the ground before him now, shoulders hunched, tense as stone, and he clasps his hands tightly together, like they might hold the seams of him in. Tobi's space for him lets him wrangle his mind, though that is hardly the same as feeling better. "He can travel through dreams--" And here Finn laughs at himself, like he knows it sounds crazy. And maybe he is crazy - maybe all of this has finally pushed him over that fragile cliff and onto the rocks below.
"And he woke up with me, and now I--" Huffing out a short breath, Finn grimaces and pinches at the bridge of his nose. "Now I can't feel safe anywhere. I don't know what is happening, but I can feel it all over me, Tobi, and I just can't get it off--" The Spylass has reached up to pull at the collar of his shirt, and one of the buttons goes pinging off across the floor.
"And he woke up with me, and now I--" Huffing out a short breath, Finn grimaces and pinches at the bridge of his nose. "Now I can't feel safe anywhere. I don't know what is happening, but I can feel it all over me, Tobi, and I just can't get it off--" The Spylass has reached up to pull at the collar of his shirt, and one of the buttons goes pinging off across the floor.
FINN
