finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
Frowning gently, only for the expression to smooth out somewhat as Tobi slips her hand into his and her foot nudges its way between his own, Finn sighs deeply enough to drag his shoulders down. "I know," he says softly, with all of the baggage that one who lets that sentence continue in their mind with but I will. Giving Tobi's hand a careful squeeze, he teases his free hand back through his curls and rubs at the back of his neck.
"I don't like this," he manages after a long few beats of silence, having been trying to untangle his feelings into something he might put into words. "Choosing not to help, when I could." But he'd spoken to Tobi as he'd told Remi he would, and this, he supposes, is the outcome.
"I don't like this," he manages after a long few beats of silence, having been trying to untangle his feelings into something he might put into words. "Choosing not to help, when I could." But he'd spoken to Tobi as he'd told Remi he would, and this, he supposes, is the outcome.
it always feels so stark
