sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"There is no need to apologise. I am glad you were home," Finn says softly, and it's never been more true. Much as he hadn't expected the wine, his shirt, the underwear, Tobi's presence has achieved the wholly positive outcome of distracting away the stormclouds threatening to muddle his thoughts for the evening. He's about to reach for his glass of wine to offer it out to the doctor when he finds her on her feet and with something else in mind, Finn's lips parting to ask what it might be when she's quite suddenly in his lap.
Or at least mostly in his lap. And even Finn, with his limited ability to read social cues, can't get this one wrong. He swallows hard, pink flushing across his cheek and up to the tips of his ears, and he feels the back of the couch pressing into his back as he's forced to look up at Tobi. And gods, but she looks gorgeous right now. Carefree, smiling, relaxed...
And unfortunately not all that sober. "I couldn't take advantage of you," he says quietly, almost hating himself for it.
Or at least mostly in his lap. And even Finn, with his limited ability to read social cues, can't get this one wrong. He swallows hard, pink flushing across his cheek and up to the tips of his ears, and he feels the back of the couch pressing into his back as he's forced to look up at Tobi. And gods, but she looks gorgeous right now. Carefree, smiling, relaxed...
And unfortunately not all that sober. "I couldn't take advantage of you," he says quietly, almost hating himself for it.
FINN
