you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
"That doesn't mean I can't be sorry about it," Finn says quietly, the smallest hints of a smile trying to make their way across his face as he helps her up and they head across to the couch. Finn does sit near the middle, on purpose, and as awkward as he feels, the man he's been pretending at is still close behind his eyes, and so it's a very small effort for him to glance across at her and hold out an arm for her to fold herself beneath.
"You look as though you need someone right now, Tobi," he murmurs. "And I... don't know if I can be the right person, for you. But I don't want to let you go without trying." He frowns down at his knees. "I wanted to meet you at the Celestine. I was looking forward to it." His voice is little more than a guilty whisper. "But I was sent away to Torchline. I wasn't able to have contact with anyone."
He can only shrug his shoulders about the medication. He's gone without before, and it won't kill him, probably.
"You look as though you need someone right now, Tobi," he murmurs. "And I... don't know if I can be the right person, for you. But I don't want to let you go without trying." He frowns down at his knees. "I wanted to meet you at the Celestine. I was looking forward to it." His voice is little more than a guilty whisper. "But I was sent away to Torchline. I wasn't able to have contact with anyone."
He can only shrug his shoulders about the medication. He's gone without before, and it won't kill him, probably.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
