sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"No...?" Finn isn't aware that he's got letters. "No one was told where I had gone. How did you send letters?" Because of course he's only been back for a few minutes - he's come to the clinic quite without thinking, in fact, knowing only that this was the protocol he followed when he had first come to the Tower. The more practical thing, probably, would be to go and check in with Cian. Only... well, here he is instead.
He does as he's told, shifting to take off his clothes (Thomas's clothes, rather) and laying back on the bed so Tobi can make her inspections. His eyes fix on the ceiling this time, like shutters drawn down over the storm raging beyond them. "I am sorry, that I wasn't able to tell you where I was going. No one was allowed to know."
He does as he's told, shifting to take off his clothes (Thomas's clothes, rather) and laying back on the bed so Tobi can make her inspections. His eyes fix on the ceiling this time, like shutters drawn down over the storm raging beyond them. "I am sorry, that I wasn't able to tell you where I was going. No one was allowed to know."
FINN
