October
when the night has been too lonely
and the road has been too long
and the road has been too long
"I know." You chuckle patiently. "And you wouldn't be the first to quench your thirst only to throw it back up again. Then again.." You glance down at Finn's sweat-soaked shirt and merely shrug. "We'll have to clean you up again anyway, so maybe I should have let you." You absolutely don't mean this—you'd never let Finn intentionally do anything harmful—but it's your way of subtly letting Finn know that a shower is in his near future.
Sighing, both relieved that Finn has the mental capacity for deduction just now, and also disheartened that you're going to have to have this conversation, you give your head a non-commital shake. Wanting to reach for his hand to offer support, you instead rub your thumb against your palm. "Only Falke." You admit. "I said no one was allowed to know you were here much less come and see you until you'd recovered physically." Glancing up, your eyes are darkened by the obligation you feel deep in your bones. "And...he wants to see you of course. Sooner rather than later." You bite the inside of your lip, raising your eyes to Finn's face. You won't hide from what you've done, still believing it to have been the right thing, even if the man in the bed disagrees. "If you aren't strong enough to go down to the clinic, he'll have to come here."
Sighing, both relieved that Finn has the mental capacity for deduction just now, and also disheartened that you're going to have to have this conversation, you give your head a non-commital shake. Wanting to reach for his hand to offer support, you instead rub your thumb against your palm. "Only Falke." You admit. "I said no one was allowed to know you were here much less come and see you until you'd recovered physically." Glancing up, your eyes are darkened by the obligation you feel deep in your bones. "And...he wants to see you of course. Sooner rather than later." You bite the inside of your lip, raising your eyes to Finn's face. You won't hide from what you've done, still believing it to have been the right thing, even if the man in the bed disagrees. "If you aren't strong enough to go down to the clinic, he'll have to come here."
and you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
for the lucky and the strong
