October
let me see you through
'cause i've seen the dark side too.
'cause i've seen the dark side too.
Rather than tripping over the situation you've made, you just flash Finn a smile. "Oh, I don't know. What about in a place like Torchline, where it's so warm? Might be nice to sleep under a wet blanket." Ice chips though are easily done. Moving to the other side of the room, you pause, your head tilted slightly over your shoulder as you listen to his question. It isn't the sort of thing you can respond to right away, however. His tone is suddenly far more clear than it has any right to be, and though you and Finn aren't in the habit of having particularly deep conversations, the question seems to be weaselling its way deeper than the acquaintance-level friendship you've built up so far.
Returning with a few ice chips in a glass, you reach your hand out across the bed for Finn's good hand, that he might take the cup. "Just to help." You reply eventually with a soft shrug. You...are not complicated. Boring, some might say, but you do live to serve others, in a way that Finn probably won't understand. Unlike his past, being at the beck and call of those around you, always putting your needs second, fills you with joy. It means you've had to put a number of things on hold, but so what? You don't think it's arrogant to think the world is a better (or at least, healthier) place for having you do what you do.
"What about you? Other than ice chips, and morphine." You ask, sinking down at his side once again.
Returning with a few ice chips in a glass, you reach your hand out across the bed for Finn's good hand, that he might take the cup. "Just to help." You reply eventually with a soft shrug. You...are not complicated. Boring, some might say, but you do live to serve others, in a way that Finn probably won't understand. Unlike his past, being at the beck and call of those around you, always putting your needs second, fills you with joy. It means you've had to put a number of things on hold, but so what? You don't think it's arrogant to think the world is a better (or at least, healthier) place for having you do what you do.
"What about you? Other than ice chips, and morphine." You ask, sinking down at his side once again.
When the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
Nothing you confess could make me love you less
& you don't know what to do
Nothing you confess could make me love you less
