October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Tobi says nothing; Finn knows what's ahead of him better than she does, given his insights as to what Cian does or doesn't expect of him.
'Of course I don't.' The doctor says, her voice uncharacteristically rough with emotion for a moment as she both stifles the urge to mourn for the man before her and groan with pain. It feels as though the baby in her stomach is trying to use her bladder as a trampoline to reach her ribs that it might climb them like monkeybars. 'Okay.' Tobi mumbles, a touch breathlessly and seemingly speaking to herself more than Finn. Which, seems appropriate given his current state.
"How much snapdragon were you taking, and at what intervals?" Tobi asks, hoping for answers more specific than 'a lot and 'often'.
'Of course I don't.' The doctor says, her voice uncharacteristically rough with emotion for a moment as she both stifles the urge to mourn for the man before her and groan with pain. It feels as though the baby in her stomach is trying to use her bladder as a trampoline to reach her ribs that it might climb them like monkeybars. 'Okay.' Tobi mumbles, a touch breathlessly and seemingly speaking to herself more than Finn. Which, seems appropriate given his current state.
"How much snapdragon were you taking, and at what intervals?" Tobi asks, hoping for answers more specific than 'a lot and 'often'.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
