sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
With a mouth suddenly dry from nerves, Finn can't help but concede that Tobi is right about efficiency. "I... uh, yes. It is," he murmurs with a nod, and though he doesn't seem to quite know where to look when it comes to the doctor, Finn (naturally) has none of the same kind of hang ups about his own body. It's precisely because he likes Tobi that it makes his stomach flutter to think of them changing in the same room, and he quickly goes to collect a soft grey shirt and a pair of pants that he can slip into himself.
"Was there anywhere you would like to go in particular, for breakfast?" he asks. "There is a small bistro on the outskirts of the Silk Houses that opens early." He knows this, of course, because he used to frequent it quite often in his days at Molly's. The coffee there is strong and the breakfast is fresh.
"Was there anywhere you would like to go in particular, for breakfast?" he asks. "There is a small bistro on the outskirts of the Silk Houses that opens early." He knows this, of course, because he used to frequent it quite often in his days at Molly's. The coffee there is strong and the breakfast is fresh.
FINN
