i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun,
Finn can't make himself smile, but he does hum out something affectionate as her lips press to his forehead. He almost wants to cringe away from it, but it's a distant thing, especially in his foggy state. Trauma he might have in abundance again, but he's also built a safety net around himself in the meantime. Hopefully it will be enough to make it through this.
"I would like half of each," he says softly, a little more sense in his gaze as he peeps back up at her. "Would you share chocolate and an orange with me?" His free hand comes up to rub at his face, and with a slow inhale, Finn starts to get himself sitting up. "How are you?"
"I would like half of each," he says softly, a little more sense in his gaze as he peeps back up at her. "Would you share chocolate and an orange with me?" His free hand comes up to rub at his face, and with a slow inhale, Finn starts to get himself sitting up. "How are you?"
tucked away in your chest
FINN
