please don't ever become a stranger whose laugh I could recognize anywhere
As Finn begins to speak, Tobi settles herself back against him. If he wasn't ready for eye contact but could endure her pressed next to him, she could live with that. Pressing her cheek against the fabric of his scrubs—already damp from her tears—she closes her eyes as she listens. This turns out to be a terrible idea; images of Finn (Thomas's face is already a blur in her mind, so it's Finn that she sees) prostrated out in the Halenani fill her thoughts. Were she earlier in her pregnancy, she almost certainly would have thrown up. Her eyes snap open, but still the after images of shuddering flesh and fingers pulling at his curls persist.
"Are people really so loose with their secrets? Or is Cian just that cruel?" Whatever she might think of prostitution as a profession, Tobi can't imagine that the bruises on his body were the only way of attaining the information Cian needed. "And the glamour...it was still you, beneath it. All of you. That's why the snapdragon and dreamdust...?" She wishes the answer was no. She wishes Finn would tell her that he remembers nothing, that there's nothing at all that ties to the bruises to him save for the fact that they're still on his skin.
"Are people really so loose with their secrets? Or is Cian just that cruel?" Whatever she might think of prostitution as a profession, Tobi can't imagine that the bruises on his body were the only way of attaining the information Cian needed. "And the glamour...it was still you, beneath it. All of you. That's why the snapdragon and dreamdust...?" She wishes the answer was no. She wishes Finn would tell her that he remembers nothing, that there's nothing at all that ties to the bruises to him save for the fact that they're still on his skin.
October
