sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"Oh...? Oh, I will," Finn says, clearly not understanding the nuance behind her statement. Still, when he eventually does open that door, it's very likely that he will trip over the pile of letters stacked there, and realise that she was being literal instead of kind. He resists the urge to look down as she asks him how feels. He doesn't want to see her hands on him, doesn't want to see the bruises or feel the way he's been handled over the past season.
But used is a very succinct way of putting it, and he lets out a shivery sort of sigh. "Very tired. I ache all over. I've been taking dreamdust and snapdragon, so I can feel myself needing it again soon." He frowns, feeling a fraction of it for a second before he stuffs it all back behind the walls of his mind.
He can't really comment on whether or not he ought to be remembered, zoning out once more for Tobi to be able to complete his examination, though he doesn't expect the blanket. Blinking up at her, gazing somewhere past her left ear, Finn has no idea how to answer her question. A shower, a shave and a haircut, certainly. Drugs are a must at this point. He needs a good meal and a dreamless sleep, he needs company and to be left alone. He needs help.
"I need to finish that report," is what he says eventually, getting his elbows under him so he might sit up a bit. He needs whatever knowledge lurks in his head to get out of it, as soon as possible, so he doesn't have to keep hold of it any longer.
But used is a very succinct way of putting it, and he lets out a shivery sort of sigh. "Very tired. I ache all over. I've been taking dreamdust and snapdragon, so I can feel myself needing it again soon." He frowns, feeling a fraction of it for a second before he stuffs it all back behind the walls of his mind.
He can't really comment on whether or not he ought to be remembered, zoning out once more for Tobi to be able to complete his examination, though he doesn't expect the blanket. Blinking up at her, gazing somewhere past her left ear, Finn has no idea how to answer her question. A shower, a shave and a haircut, certainly. Drugs are a must at this point. He needs a good meal and a dreamless sleep, he needs company and to be left alone. He needs help.
"I need to finish that report," is what he says eventually, getting his elbows under him so he might sit up a bit. He needs whatever knowledge lurks in his head to get out of it, as soon as possible, so he doesn't have to keep hold of it any longer.
FINN
