blessed are the curious, for they shall have adventures
If Finn had been any good at reading social cues or wordplay, he might have said something like oh, I see - then perhaps unofficially we could try it. Alas, he can only smile and nod in a way that suggests he isn't actualy all that sure what Tobi means from a medical standpoint. Smooth. Then the situation continues to take a nosedive, and Finn reaches deep within himself to remember why he was so drawn towards the clinic - why he wasn't able to concentrate all damned day.
And he does remember - the soft brush of her lips against his own, the feel of her fingers, gentle and pliant in his hair, the stroke of her hands down his back. Finn rubs at the (much tidier) stubble on his chin and shakes his head at Tobi, his cheeks pink and dimpling as he smiles to her. "No, I..." He stalls, then tries again. "I would like to. But could..." Finn draws himself up as if forcing himself to get a grip, managing a smile that's as sad as it is nervous.
"Could you stay where I can see you, if possible?"
And he does remember - the soft brush of her lips against his own, the feel of her fingers, gentle and pliant in his hair, the stroke of her hands down his back. Finn rubs at the (much tidier) stubble on his chin and shakes his head at Tobi, his cheeks pink and dimpling as he smiles to her. "No, I..." He stalls, then tries again. "I would like to. But could..." Finn draws himself up as if forcing himself to get a grip, managing a smile that's as sad as it is nervous.
"Could you stay where I can see you, if possible?"
FINN
