October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
"Good morning." It's cheerfully said, though, for those who know Tobi well, it isn't her brand of cheerful. This is her doctor voice, which only makes sense, given the man seated on the bed.
"This will be just a few vials of blood and a quick visual exam." She explains, though given the way not-Finn is dressed Tobi can't imagine that this is his first time. Indeed, he seems comfortable enough. Flashing him a quick and perfunctory smile as she reaches into a drawer for a pair of gloves, she glances at him over her shoulder. "Any complaints?" She wonders, slipping her hands into the powdered blue latex and stretching it over her long fingers.
Already the adrenaline she'd felt is pooling darkly in her stomach, coiling and churning into a bitter disappointment that she attentively tries to keep from showing on her face.
"This will be just a few vials of blood and a quick visual exam." She explains, though given the way not-Finn is dressed Tobi can't imagine that this is his first time. Indeed, he seems comfortable enough. Flashing him a quick and perfunctory smile as she reaches into a drawer for a pair of gloves, she glances at him over her shoulder. "Any complaints?" She wonders, slipping her hands into the powdered blue latex and stretching it over her long fingers.
Already the adrenaline she'd felt is pooling darkly in her stomach, coiling and churning into a bitter disappointment that she attentively tries to keep from showing on her face.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
