you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
It’s a strange and not-quite-real feeling, to be tucked in like this, and Finn is only half aware that it’s happening. The part of him paying attention, though, can’t help but smile sleepily into the pillow, relaxing bonelessly into bed and latching onto the sweet sound of Tobi’s voice. He learns about October and the way that some Outlanders divide their calendar up; he learns about the parallel seasons and the ways they bleed into each other, and the names of other months too.
Finn slips off into sleep thinking that he’d quite like to be named after the month of August, and saying so is sort of on his lips as he drifts off, though it’s mumbled into fabric and incoherent at best. Fever or no fever, the Spyglass has never slept like this. He’s exhausted beyond rational capability, and no amount of mental gymnastics or bad habits will keep him from the rest his body desperately craves. Not here, not now that he’s someplace he feels safe, with a friend watching over him.
Finn slips off into sleep thinking that he’d quite like to be named after the month of August, and saying so is sort of on his lips as he drifts off, though it’s mumbled into fabric and incoherent at best. Fever or no fever, the Spyglass has never slept like this. He’s exhausted beyond rational capability, and no amount of mental gymnastics or bad habits will keep him from the rest his body desperately craves. Not here, not now that he’s someplace he feels safe, with a friend watching over him.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
