we are all broken
An accident... Finn racks his brain to remember, and hot flashes of agony rise to the surface; a slam of a door, a scream echoing in his ears, a sharp scratch of a needle. He doesn’t flinch away from the memories so much as he lets them go, allowing them to float back into the rippling deep of his unconscious. His brow furrows a bit to hear that his hand is broken and that he’s looking at a cast for weeks upon weeks, before he offers a smile to Tobi that takes years off him with how sunny it is. ”No, thank you,” he says, like declining the cast is as easy as declining the offer of a drink.
Finn’s head lolls to the side so he can see her a little better, stormy eyes unfocused through the mess of his curls. ”You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” he mumbles. ”You kept me safe,” That’s how it feels, at least. It feels like the world was snapping at his heels, and Tobi staved it off for a while.
Finn’s head lolls to the side so he can see her a little better, stormy eyes unfocused through the mess of his curls. ”You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” he mumbles. ”You kept me safe,” That’s how it feels, at least. It feels like the world was snapping at his heels, and Tobi staved it off for a while.
that’s how the light gets in
