memory’s so treacherous
"I absolutely will not work on that report," Finn tells her, crossing his heart with one of his hands (and crossing his fingers with the other behind his back, of course). He's glancing around at her office as if to see if there's anything he can spot that might be of some use to Tobi between the time when he leaves and when they see each other in the morning. He does spot a jug of water, which he moves to pour into a glass, setting it on the side table next to the couch.
Finn also has some ideas about what can you do. "Are their any pain relief medications nearby?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder and out of the door. "I could bring you something before I go, if you let me know the name of what I need to find." It's stalling as much as it is a genuine offer to help, though gods know why Finn feels the need to linger tonight.
He smiles to her, nodding his agreement. "No, thank you," he repeats - whilst the evening didn't entirely spook away his nightmares, it definitely soothed his soul somewhat.
Finn also has some ideas about what can you do. "Are their any pain relief medications nearby?" he asks, glancing over his shoulder and out of the door. "I could bring you something before I go, if you let me know the name of what I need to find." It's stalling as much as it is a genuine offer to help, though gods know why Finn feels the need to linger tonight.
He smiles to her, nodding his agreement. "No, thank you," he repeats - whilst the evening didn't entirely spook away his nightmares, it definitely soothed his soul somewhat.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
