memory’s so treacherous
”So far so good,” Finn says quietly, though the water is already settling like a chill in the pit of his stomach. He doesn’t feel all that sick, at least - and with any luck, he’ll be able to warn Tobi if that changes. He nibbles at the inside of his lip as he hears out the rest of what she has to say, fingers plucking at one of the blanket’s loose threads. They are just people, and the logical part of Finn’s mind knows that. Just people - people he has seen and interacted with before, dozens of times. It shouldn’t matter, where they see him.
But it does. The presence of a bolt to draw across his door to keep the world away has grown from a simple pleasure to a requirement for his mind to let itself relax. To violate it would be to invite the world back in, and Finn doesn’t know that he’s ready for that. He swallows and nods to Tobi. ”Well, then,” he says. ”I suppose we had better get me down to that clinic, hadn’t we?”
But it does. The presence of a bolt to draw across his door to keep the world away has grown from a simple pleasure to a requirement for his mind to let itself relax. To violate it would be to invite the world back in, and Finn doesn’t know that he’s ready for that. He swallows and nods to Tobi. ”Well, then,” he says. ”I suppose we had better get me down to that clinic, hadn’t we?”
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
