memory’s so treacherous
Finn's eyes are pressed closed, and so he's not sure, at first, what the pressure against his shoulders might be. It makes him cringe and try to shrink back, only then there's a furry muzzle pressed against his chin and he blinks his eyes open in time to see Tobi trying(?) to make him feel better. Huffing out a shaky sigh and reaching up to let his fingers sink into the thick ruff of her fur, he doesn't have words for the relief he feels at the quiet canine reassurance.
"Thanks," he mumbles, glancing again at the bits of hand and wrinkling his nose. "Sorry, I just--" He shrugs, honestly having no explanation for how he'd reacted. (Later he'll reflect on the fact that he went for swift and immediate violence against the thing supposedly putting Tobi in danger, but that's for later). "Come on - let's go back to the clinic, before I destroy any more props."
"Thanks," he mumbles, glancing again at the bits of hand and wrinkling his nose. "Sorry, I just--" He shrugs, honestly having no explanation for how he'd reacted. (Later he'll reflect on the fact that he went for swift and immediate violence against the thing supposedly putting Tobi in danger, but that's for later). "Come on - let's go back to the clinic, before I destroy any more props."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
