FINN
and into the forest i go,
The footsteps that pad across the floor of the kitchens are near silent, and they pass by Remi as if he isn’t there at all. Finn has cleaned his own vomit off this floor more than once - his and others, truth be told - and sometimes being unknown and unseen is the single thread of sanity holding you down. So he passes by as if the boy is successful in his attempts to hide, as if the world is paying him no mind, save for two things.
The first is a clean and fluffy towel, fetched from an adjacent laundry room - this he drops over Remi’s shoulders. The second is spoken from where Finn is leaning against the sink, his eyes on the void of the plug hole. ”Your father,” he says, able to put the pieces together easily from he boy’s reaction. ”He may just have an accident tonight, if he isn’t careful.”
The first is a clean and fluffy towel, fetched from an adjacent laundry room - this he drops over Remi’s shoulders. The second is spoken from where Finn is leaning against the sink, his eyes on the void of the plug hole. ”Your father,” he says, able to put the pieces together easily from he boy’s reaction. ”He may just have an accident tonight, if he isn’t careful.”
to lose my mind and find my soul
