October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
There's a small voice that whispers he wants out; why else would Finn knock instead of just coming in? Whatever pull that thought might have had on Tobi disappears utterly as Finn smiles in a way she hasn't seen in weeks. It makes her heart flutter with happy confusion, her breath shivering over her lips slightly.
"They're..hill...areas...?" Tobi repeats trying to understand. Of course she expects the words to be factual and informative, so the fact that they're talking about mountains being funny, completely out of context, has her quite perplexed. But then Finn is kissing her, and for a moment Tobi's lashes flutter over eyes that remain open and wide with astonishment. It has been weeks since Tobi has been touched by anyone who isn't giving her an exam, or who isn't accidentally kicking or hitting her during withdrawal. Though she and Finn have obviously touched in passing—a hand held in support here, a pat on the back there—this was something decidedly different altogether.
Much as Tobi wants to kiss him back, to grab at his collar and pull him against her with relief and want both, she instead forces herself to pull back just an inch or so. "Finn," Whispering his name on a shaky exhale, Tobi swallows as her heart hammers. "Are...is everything okay?"
Much as she has daydreamed about Finn in precisely this manner, she can't ignore the fact that extreme personalty swings when it comes to someone newly off drugs and with the sort of other issues Finn has, are not good signs.
"They're..hill...areas...?" Tobi repeats trying to understand. Of course she expects the words to be factual and informative, so the fact that they're talking about mountains being funny, completely out of context, has her quite perplexed. But then Finn is kissing her, and for a moment Tobi's lashes flutter over eyes that remain open and wide with astonishment. It has been weeks since Tobi has been touched by anyone who isn't giving her an exam, or who isn't accidentally kicking or hitting her during withdrawal. Though she and Finn have obviously touched in passing—a hand held in support here, a pat on the back there—this was something decidedly different altogether.
Much as Tobi wants to kiss him back, to grab at his collar and pull him against her with relief and want both, she instead forces herself to pull back just an inch or so. "Finn," Whispering his name on a shaky exhale, Tobi swallows as her heart hammers. "Are...is everything okay?"
Much as she has daydreamed about Finn in precisely this manner, she can't ignore the fact that extreme personalty swings when it comes to someone newly off drugs and with the sort of other issues Finn has, are not good signs.
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
