sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"My apartment? Oh, up in the attic," he says, the words sounding utterly foreign on his lips. He remembers the Halenani rather than the Tower, the airy rooms and the smell of fresh sheets, so foreign and yet so similar to Molly's that he's unsure, sometimes whether they weren't simply the same place with a veil thrown over the time. Just like he was the same person with another man's face pulling all the expressions.
"I haven't been up there yet." It sounds like an apology, and he closes his eyes as she leans over him to inspect the state of his body. A few of the bruises are undoubtedly still tender, bringing a twitch around Finn's eyes and lips, but there doesn't seem to be any major injury.
Tobi speaks of the context of his letter and Finn feels his eyes sting even behind closed lids. "It might be better if you did," he almost whispers. "I don't know who I am any more. I don't know if you will ever see that man again."
"I haven't been up there yet." It sounds like an apology, and he closes his eyes as she leans over him to inspect the state of his body. A few of the bruises are undoubtedly still tender, bringing a twitch around Finn's eyes and lips, but there doesn't seem to be any major injury.
Tobi speaks of the context of his letter and Finn feels his eyes sting even behind closed lids. "It might be better if you did," he almost whispers. "I don't know who I am any more. I don't know if you will ever see that man again."
FINN
