we don't even ask for happiness; just a little less pain
"I'm not so sure," he murmurs before he can stop himself. Finn has always felt alone, and it is normally his preference. Only these past few hours have thrown him into disarray - where the idea of slinking back up to his apartments, by himself, is more horrifying than being around people. It's a new development, and he can't quite make it fit. All he knows is that the spot of warmth against his leg is not unpleasant, and it draws attention away from the phantom pains in his body.
Scoffing - one of the cleverest people, next to a doctor? - Finn gently shakes his head and finally, warily raises his eyes toward her face. "What if it isn't on purpose?" he asks. "What if he doesn't mean to do it? I know that I don't. But... it doesn't change anything, I suppose. I'm just tired, Tobi."
Scoffing - one of the cleverest people, next to a doctor? - Finn gently shakes his head and finally, warily raises his eyes toward her face. "What if it isn't on purpose?" he asks. "What if he doesn't mean to do it? I know that I don't. But... it doesn't change anything, I suppose. I'm just tired, Tobi."
FINN
