dream a little dream of me

October

let me see you through
'cause i've seen the dark side too.

You bite back the quick retort that wants to surface; perhaps one of your demigod friends can heal it. It wouldn't be said sarcastically either. Finn now has friends in high places, unhealthy as they might be. It's possible that someone might be able to undo the damage Finn has done to himself (because of you, a small voice adds), but you say none of this for fear of agitating him once again.

"Not safe enough." You whisper, turning slightly to get a better look at him, wondering how you ever thought you were up to the task of Finn. "I need you to know, Finn..." Trailing off, you sigh slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before giving your apology another go. "Doctor Guildenstern is going to oversee your recovery, for the next little while. I think he has a better sense of what you need." You swallow. "I overstepped, Finn. I became the Dorian, in your apartment." You say this in a whisper, wanting desperately to smile at the memory of easy banter with Finn just the day before, but the harsh pin-pricks of tears keep your lips from doing so. "I'm so sorry, Finn."

When the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
Nothing you confess could make me love you less