we are all broken
He is also caught on the sight of her sweater, as if suddenly realising in his fevered mind that he has never seen Tobi out of scrubs or other hospital clothing. It surprises him, the way it makes him relax further into the bed, though it also ties his tongue in knots. Finn isn’t sure how to treat friends - apparent, from his stellar job thus far - and so he loses himself in the play of lights across the ceiling, in the sound of her voice.
”If that’s true,” he says, his voice slurring a little, ”then the apology shouldn’t be coming from you.” Stormy eyes flicker shut, a brief wave of pain twisting his expression that has nothing to do with his hand or his fever. ”You’re a good one.”
”If that’s true,” he says, his voice slurring a little, ”then the apology shouldn’t be coming from you.” Stormy eyes flicker shut, a brief wave of pain twisting his expression that has nothing to do with his hand or his fever. ”You’re a good one.”
that’s how the light gets in
