you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
”I’ll take your word for it,” Finn mumbles, trying and failing to catch the sweatpants as she tosses them in his direction, sighing at himself and making quick if not clumsy work of getting dressed. At least when he’s finished he’s in something more modest than a simple towel - that remains abandoned on the ground, of course, as testament to the Spyglass and his state of mind.
He fumbles with the blind on the skylight, not wanting to peer into the morning sun, and the room plunges into twilight when he lowers it. ”A whole story?” he echoes, offering a faint smile to Tobi. ”I must be lucky today.” He has no idea - were it not for the doctor and the Star finding him, Finn might not be alive to reflect on it by now.
Without further preamble, he draws back the blankets and eases into bed, cocooned in the familiar weight and smell and feel of it all. His eyelids are fluttering even as he tries to focus on Tobi, and he’s already sneaking an arm under one of the pillows to bury his face in it. ”What story?” he wonders, already half asleep.
He fumbles with the blind on the skylight, not wanting to peer into the morning sun, and the room plunges into twilight when he lowers it. ”A whole story?” he echoes, offering a faint smile to Tobi. ”I must be lucky today.” He has no idea - were it not for the doctor and the Star finding him, Finn might not be alive to reflect on it by now.
Without further preamble, he draws back the blankets and eases into bed, cocooned in the familiar weight and smell and feel of it all. His eyelids are fluttering even as he tries to focus on Tobi, and he’s already sneaking an arm under one of the pillows to bury his face in it. ”What story?” he wonders, already half asleep.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
