sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
It gets worse, somehow - and that's probably deserving of some kind of award at this point. Finn flushes from his chest all the way up to his cheeks as Amalia appears in the flesh (and it's a lot of flesh, frankly), averting his eyes and trying to ignore the way his heart tries to thunder its way out of his chest. He can feel them all over again, pressed against his body, though of course it isn't the bedmates he's awoken with. It's someone else - a lot of someones, through a period of years and years.
Remi speaks and draws his attention, and although Finn's fingers and toes are numb, he still manages to keep his voice somewhat steady. "No. I said out," he mutters, trying to imagine that Amalia isn't even there because he literally can't think about this right now. "Just go. You know where the door is."
Remi speaks and draws his attention, and although Finn's fingers and toes are numb, he still manages to keep his voice somewhat steady. "No. I said out," he mutters, trying to imagine that Amalia isn't even there because he literally can't think about this right now. "Just go. You know where the door is."
FINN
