you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
He doesn’t look up, though that’s of no surprise to the two of them on any given day. There’s a surreptitious glance at the feather on the windowsill and a small nod to accept that he’ll be in the tub for a little longer, before he lets himself drift about her checks, her ministrations, her cleaning away the cleansing he’s received at the volcano. It’s similar to the way she’s seen him withdraw into himself, except rather than careful blankness and obedience, it’s like he has too much on his mind.
”It’s so loud, all the time,” he mumbles, head tilting back so she can feel beneath his jaw, the ash in the stubble that threatens to become a beard coating her fingers. Eyes slipping shut, he lets out a sigh of almost pleasure to feel the cool cloth against his forehead, soothing back a fever that he doesn’t know he has.
”Thank you for this, Tobi.” With his eyes closed and sweet, cool relief radiating across his face, Finn nearly sounds lucid in his gratitude. ”Thank you so much.”
”It’s so loud, all the time,” he mumbles, head tilting back so she can feel beneath his jaw, the ash in the stubble that threatens to become a beard coating her fingers. Eyes slipping shut, he lets out a sigh of almost pleasure to feel the cool cloth against his forehead, soothing back a fever that he doesn’t know he has.
”Thank you for this, Tobi.” With his eyes closed and sweet, cool relief radiating across his face, Finn nearly sounds lucid in his gratitude. ”Thank you so much.”
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
