Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall
Rather than comforting, Finn's response just hardens something in the pit of your stomach. It isn't pity; it's far closer to righteous anger that he should be so comfortable naked. You remember early physical reports from when he'd first joined the Order, the sorts of wounds and old scars he'd come in with. You should, though. You want to tell him. We're only friends and even if you're comfortable around me, you should. But you don't of course, only smiling and nodding.
You don't turn. From experience, you know that it can take trauma survivors more time than they think to finally undress. If it's the case that Finn is exploring something either physically or mentally, you're willing to give him all the time it takes to do so. There's no rush. No one knows you're here. "Apparently where they come from, it's...something you do for fun. Build these campfires. When you're out in the wilderness. You sleep under the stars and build a fire for warmth." You say to fill the silence, not wanting Finn to feel awkward.
You don't turn. From experience, you know that it can take trauma survivors more time than they think to finally undress. If it's the case that Finn is exploring something either physically or mentally, you're willing to give him all the time it takes to do so. There's no rush. No one knows you're here. "Apparently where they come from, it's...something you do for fun. Build these campfires. When you're out in the wilderness. You sleep under the stars and build a fire for warmth." You say to fill the silence, not wanting Finn to feel awkward.
October
