my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
She doesn't give him a decision for the second time, and it leaves him flailing somewhat, so when she asks for a paper towel - something he can do - Finn nods immediately and moves away to fetch it for her. Passing it across, he finds himself with a furrowed brow at the edge of her bed, knowing very little about how to help her, or how she wants to be helped, or whether she even wants him there.
Chewing at the inside of his cheek, though, he tries. He hears what she does say, and searches for meaning in it, and after a moment or so he looks up, searching for her gaze. "Let's go back to your apartment," he decides. "You can nap. I will come back to the clinic and I'll ask for something that will help you to feel better. I only know how to make soup, but I will make that for you as well, if you like."
Chewing at the inside of his cheek, though, he tries. He hears what she does say, and searches for meaning in it, and after a moment or so he looks up, searching for her gaze. "Let's go back to your apartment," he decides. "You can nap. I will come back to the clinic and I'll ask for something that will help you to feel better. I only know how to make soup, but I will make that for you as well, if you like."
FINN
