October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
It's the most sweetly unimportant thing, and Tobi finds herself laughing despite the terseness of the moment. "I'm pregnant Finn, I'm not dying." She says, feeling guilty for how readily she wants to sink into the smile on her lips and the lightness it brings with it.
'Of course, Finn.' Tobi says without hesitation. Perhaps it's because she's a doctor or because she's already walked her way through every path she thought this conversation might go, that she's so easily able to answer. But it isn't just that he's allowed, and so with a warm smile she adds, "I'd like it if you did."
In all her various imaginings where Finn proposes on the spot, where he storms out and calls her a whore, where he denies that the baby is his and where they stay in bed all day and read together, he never asks her what if they end up like me. 'What do you mean?' Tobi wonders, her brows coming together as she shifts slightly on the couch that she might more properly be facing him.
'Of course, Finn.' Tobi says without hesitation. Perhaps it's because she's a doctor or because she's already walked her way through every path she thought this conversation might go, that she's so easily able to answer. But it isn't just that he's allowed, and so with a warm smile she adds, "I'd like it if you did."
In all her various imaginings where Finn proposes on the spot, where he storms out and calls her a whore, where he denies that the baby is his and where they stay in bed all day and read together, he never asks her what if they end up like me. 'What do you mean?' Tobi wonders, her brows coming together as she shifts slightly on the couch that she might more properly be facing him.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
