you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
He did say that, and he can only smile apologetically even though Tobi won't see it. "I suppose I ought to do something about them," he says. "Do you know if there are any alternatives to dreamdust that I might take?" His voice is very quiet all of a sudden, laced with something fragile and uncertain. It isn't fear, exactly, but probably a close cousin to it. "I am... I know I am not in a good way. But I want to get better." He wants to get back to how he was, impossible as that might be. But he can't help but want it.
Tobi's voice draws him out of himself, though he isn't sure whether or not that's a good thing as he listens. "About you and me...?" he whispers, and though he tries to remember all of their times together, to figure out what he might have done, the memories simply aren't there for him right now. Finn scowls at his knees. "I..." He wants to ask. It's on the tip of his tongue. "Perhaps I ought to shower and get cleaned up first. And try to get some sleep. And then we'll talk about it, you and me?"
Tobi's voice draws him out of himself, though he isn't sure whether or not that's a good thing as he listens. "About you and me...?" he whispers, and though he tries to remember all of their times together, to figure out what he might have done, the memories simply aren't there for him right now. Finn scowls at his knees. "I..." He wants to ask. It's on the tip of his tongue. "Perhaps I ought to shower and get cleaned up first. And try to get some sleep. And then we'll talk about it, you and me?"
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
