you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”I wouldn’t know - I don’t think I ever went to any,” Finn says softly, a lopsided smile flickering over his face. He takes a few deep breaths and focuses on the wall beyond the door, as if to give himself a goal to keep his balance, and when he lets go of Tobi he at least seems a bit steadier on his feet. The look he levels at her, at least, is all Finn on a good day - her remark about apples earns her the withering amusement of a researcher, and he deigns to respond to her joke.
Still, it’s a wobbly journey back out into his apartment rooms, and the Spyglass is taken all over again by the familiarity and comfort of the space. He almost forgets to keep himself moving, swaying dangerously into the doorframe before remembering himself. ”I do,” he says of sleeping in clothes of some sort - probably not such a surprise to Tobi, given his past - but he nods up the stairs. ”There’s a trunk up there.”
Leading the way, his hand braced heavily on the bannister, Finn gets himself painstakingly to the top of the stairs, already able to feel his cheeks heat up with the exertion, for the objects in the room to begin to shimmer with halos of light. The loft contains a decently sized bed, neatly made, and a wardrobe, along with the aforementioned trunk and a side table. Above, light streams in from a skylight, but a pulley nearby brings down a heavy blind over it.
In the trunk Tobi will find Finn’s equivalent of comfortable clothing, and he nods at a pair of grey sweatpants as if to tell her that they’ll do.
Still, it’s a wobbly journey back out into his apartment rooms, and the Spyglass is taken all over again by the familiarity and comfort of the space. He almost forgets to keep himself moving, swaying dangerously into the doorframe before remembering himself. ”I do,” he says of sleeping in clothes of some sort - probably not such a surprise to Tobi, given his past - but he nods up the stairs. ”There’s a trunk up there.”
Leading the way, his hand braced heavily on the bannister, Finn gets himself painstakingly to the top of the stairs, already able to feel his cheeks heat up with the exertion, for the objects in the room to begin to shimmer with halos of light. The loft contains a decently sized bed, neatly made, and a wardrobe, along with the aforementioned trunk and a side table. Above, light streams in from a skylight, but a pulley nearby brings down a heavy blind over it.
In the trunk Tobi will find Finn’s equivalent of comfortable clothing, and he nods at a pair of grey sweatpants as if to tell her that they’ll do.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
