please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
Tobi's throat all but closes, leaving her stiffening against him as she both fights to breathe but also to keep her sob silent. If only Finn was the thing she was crying for. But he wasn't, and therein lay her selfishness.
Finn is good at looking without looking, but Tobi notices it just the same. Maybe it's better for them both this way, but gods it doesn't feel like it. "Okay." She agrees, her lip still trembling and her fingers still tightly clasped together. How much she wants to reach out and brush the curls from his forehead, but she's gotten the distinct impression that some things are still off-limits.
"I want to." Tobi takes a breath, and then another, and another, each one growing steadily less shaky. "Do...you want to talk about things, or...just talk?" Given the choice between talking about what had happened to Finn, or what was upsetting her, for his hatred of her puns, Tobi thinks he'd probably still rather that.
Finn is good at looking without looking, but Tobi notices it just the same. Maybe it's better for them both this way, but gods it doesn't feel like it. "Okay." She agrees, her lip still trembling and her fingers still tightly clasped together. How much she wants to reach out and brush the curls from his forehead, but she's gotten the distinct impression that some things are still off-limits.
"I want to." Tobi takes a breath, and then another, and another, each one growing steadily less shaky. "Do...you want to talk about things, or...just talk?" Given the choice between talking about what had happened to Finn, or what was upsetting her, for his hatred of her puns, Tobi thinks he'd probably still rather that.
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