you are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world
It's a habit the two of them have, for Tobi to display the tells that she isn't all that okay when Finn is in no state to recognise it. And so he's still blearily rubbing at his eyes when she shifts and rises to her feet, the Spyglass blinking up at her and raising his eyebrows. "Mm, that sounds as though it might be a decent idea." Reaching out, he carefully accepts the glass and lifts it to his lips, taking a long sip that feels as though it coats his bones. Then he's offering it out to her again, as if she might want some as well.
And then with a sunny, boyish sort of smile, he looks over Tobi and pats the bed beside him. "You still look a bit sleepy," he remarks - it's rich, coming from Finn right now. "Want to sit for a bit? I don't know if I remember how to walk." Or where he is or why, or anything remotely important.
And then with a sunny, boyish sort of smile, he looks over Tobi and pats the bed beside him. "You still look a bit sleepy," he remarks - it's rich, coming from Finn right now. "Want to sit for a bit? I don't know if I remember how to walk." Or where he is or why, or anything remotely important.
and that, I believe
is why you are in so much pain
FINN
