October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
"I could make one." Tobi suggests. "Or you could just open to random pages and come up with questions based on what you read." He wouldn't; Finn would learn the material and they both knew it. But so what? "If any of your investigations have to do with re-grown limbs, you'll basically be an expert." The doctor adds with an adoring smile.
Noting the wince instantly, Tobi releases the pressure but keeps her finger where it was to mark the spot. "Tender?" She asks, peering up at Finn through a haze of eyebrows and dark bangs. It was too small of an injury for her to suggest shifting to heal him, but that didn't mean she wasn't inclined to do something. "Does it need ice, or heat?" Tobi wonders, before nodding.
"I think he will be. That's what the schedule in the kitchen says, anyways." The doctor confirms.
Noting the wince instantly, Tobi releases the pressure but keeps her finger where it was to mark the spot. "Tender?" She asks, peering up at Finn through a haze of eyebrows and dark bangs. It was too small of an injury for her to suggest shifting to heal him, but that didn't mean she wasn't inclined to do something. "Does it need ice, or heat?" Tobi wonders, before nodding.
"I think he will be. That's what the schedule in the kitchen says, anyways." The doctor confirms.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
