we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
Gods how he hoped she'd just understand, and the breath Finn takes is more like a hiccup, the Spyglass letting his gaze dance away. His hand goes with it, curling back around himself, and he shakes his head. "It doesn't matter," he mumbles, his stormy blues flicking from place to place in her office, his body flinching at the warble of the kettle. He glances towards it, swearing he can see the aura printed on the handle, where Tobi has gripped it time and time again.
"May I have some medicine?" he asks, further folding back into himself. Just enough to fall asleep. Enough maybe not to dream. But he isn't sure that would even matter. Can Remi get at him if he's not dreaming? Or will he awaken again to the Lullaby in his bed?
"May I have some medicine?" he asks, further folding back into himself. Just enough to fall asleep. Enough maybe not to dream. But he isn't sure that would even matter. Can Remi get at him if he's not dreaming? Or will he awaken again to the Lullaby in his bed?
FINN
