Standing in the sunlight laughing, Hiding behind a rainbow's wall
"You missed absolutely nothing." You say with a grin. It's easy for you to say though. You'd always been pretty and popular. Not the top of the social hierarchy—you were too nice and sweet for such cutthroat positions—but the boys liked you for your face and the girls liked you because you never tried to steal their boyfriends.
His lack of response—or more properly the look he gives you in its place—has you beaming at him, all round cheeks and bright eyes. Following his gaze towards the trunk, you nod dutifully enough. Hovering behind Finn that you might catch him (read: brace his fall) should he lose his balance, you step carefully and with near-silence as you both ascend the ladder. It feels anticlimactic somehow, of which you're eternally grateful. As with the bathroom, you don't want to taint Finn's home with the awkwardness that this situation naturally wants to bring with it.
You can see the sheen of sweat that glistens on Finn's spine when you finally reach the top. Distantly you wonder if you shouldn't bring him some sort of...cup, or bowl to pee in during the night. But, as you mentioned before, you aren't planning on leaving. If Finn has to go, you're happy to help take him.
"Alright then." You hum, tossing the sweatpants at him and not allowing your eyes to linger on the rest of his clothes as you close the lid. "Straight into bed and if you're good you can have one story." You say this as if you're his nurse-maid and he some sort of naughty child. It's easier to live than the real narrative of doctor and mentally unstable patient.
His lack of response—or more properly the look he gives you in its place—has you beaming at him, all round cheeks and bright eyes. Following his gaze towards the trunk, you nod dutifully enough. Hovering behind Finn that you might catch him (read: brace his fall) should he lose his balance, you step carefully and with near-silence as you both ascend the ladder. It feels anticlimactic somehow, of which you're eternally grateful. As with the bathroom, you don't want to taint Finn's home with the awkwardness that this situation naturally wants to bring with it.
You can see the sheen of sweat that glistens on Finn's spine when you finally reach the top. Distantly you wonder if you shouldn't bring him some sort of...cup, or bowl to pee in during the night. But, as you mentioned before, you aren't planning on leaving. If Finn has to go, you're happy to help take him.
"Alright then." You hum, tossing the sweatpants at him and not allowing your eyes to linger on the rest of his clothes as you close the lid. "Straight into bed and if you're good you can have one story." You say this as if you're his nurse-maid and he some sort of naughty child. It's easier to live than the real narrative of doctor and mentally unstable patient.
October
