FINN
"Mm... I do and I don't," Finn agrees, closing his eyes and sighing deeply, finding a smile creeping across his face quite without his permission. "If you come with me, then you don't have to leave my side," he suggests by way of a compromise, blinking his eyes back open and carefully shifting to lean up on one arm so he can gaze down at Tobi. "I can stoke up the fire and we can sit and watch the snow," he suggests. "Or I can read to you."
These are, of course, all real and loving suggestions based entirely on their combined interests, but it's also a sweetly sinister way to avoid sleep. Because for all of his steps forward, Finn is a perpetual work in progress, and the destruction of the Tower, his apartment, and the very important belongings inside it have left wounds that still bleed beneath his skin.
These are, of course, all real and loving suggestions based entirely on their combined interests, but it's also a sweetly sinister way to avoid sleep. Because for all of his steps forward, Finn is a perpetual work in progress, and the destruction of the Tower, his apartment, and the very important belongings inside it have left wounds that still bleed beneath his skin.
