we are all broken
”It does the job,” Finn concludes about the morphine; whether strong or good or addictive, it has given him a few stolen hours of dreamless sleep. He can see why it’s not prescribed to him as a sleep aid, given how dozy it has made him, but given the frankly terrible state of the Spyglass in his current situation, he needs it more than he can say. ”A left-club, then. Though with my luck he’d be fine and I’d end up breaking my hand worse.” His brow furrows for a second, then, Finn blinking up at her suddenly.
”I did this to myself, didn’t I?” he mutters. ”Tobi, I’m so sorry.” The words come out slurred and uncertain, but he’s trying. ”I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have put that on you.” Suddenly a nap is the furthest thing from his mind, though he still offers her a sad smile at her attempt at humour. ”Luckily you’re not my doctor right now,” he says, patting the bed as if to invite her to sit.
”I did this to myself, didn’t I?” he mutters. ”Tobi, I’m so sorry.” The words come out slurred and uncertain, but he’s trying. ”I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have put that on you.” Suddenly a nap is the furthest thing from his mind, though he still offers her a sad smile at her attempt at humour. ”Luckily you’re not my doctor right now,” he says, patting the bed as if to invite her to sit.
that’s how the light gets in
