she sees angels in the architecture
Tobi sleeps soundlessly, as the drunk are wont to do, and when she cracks her eyes open it's to a room full of golden light, a dry mouth, and a pounding head. Giving herself a moment to orient herself—she's laying nearly diagonal across the bed, with her feet over Finn's ankles and her upper body twisted awkwardly away from him—the doctor does her best to extract herself from the sheets that she might slink out of their? her? whatever, bedroom to find some water and an aspirin.
Glancing into the living room (the wine glasses and bottle having already been cleaned up), memories of the night before slowly begin to surface, and it's with a grimace of amusement and regret that Tobi vaguely recalls Finn coming home and the shenanigans which followed. Swallowing down a small pill and wondering if water had ever been so refreshing before as it was now, the doctor tries to tiptoe her way back to bed, praying silently she hadn't woken Finn up.
Glancing into the living room (the wine glasses and bottle having already been cleaned up), memories of the night before slowly begin to surface, and it's with a grimace of amusement and regret that Tobi vaguely recalls Finn coming home and the shenanigans which followed. Swallowing down a small pill and wondering if water had ever been so refreshing before as it was now, the doctor tries to tiptoe her way back to bed, praying silently she hadn't woken Finn up.
spinning in infinity
