sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
"Mm...?" Finn is already trying to awkwardly disentangle himself from the doctor, though the sound of her voice has him pausing. "I didn't mean... I just wasn't sure if..." His own idiocy is exhausting at this point, and whilst the Spyglass is an intelligent man, he's by no means firing on all cyclinders at this time of the morning, and even his own anxiety can't win the fight against how good Tobi felt the last time she was in his arms.
And so he settles back around her as best he's able, nestling beneath the blankets once more and closing his eyes. Sleep doesn't quite want to grab him, though, and Finn forces himself to relax before he speaks. "Good morning," he says softly. "How is your head?"
And so he settles back around her as best he's able, nestling beneath the blankets once more and closing his eyes. Sleep doesn't quite want to grab him, though, and Finn forces himself to relax before he speaks. "Good morning," he says softly. "How is your head?"
FINN
