October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
'You absolutely could.' Tobi agrees without hesitation, but all things considered, she probably doesn't all that nice either. They're both sweaty, though at least Finn doesn't have cracker crumbs in his cleavage. Unable to lie to Finn as his friend or doctor, Tobi gives her head a single, solemn shake. "Almost. There will likely be one more bought like this. Your body has nearly flushed all the toxins out. You've done this once already this time, and you've done it before too. You can do it again." She offers, shifting away from him to try and roll herself off the other side of the bed.
Swallowing down a groan, Tobi instead stretches her arms over her head to try and remind her body that unlike Finn, it is more than capable of movement. It strongly disagrees.
Moving across the room without bothering to step over her books, Tobi holds an arm out for Finn. At some point she's changed out of her bathrobe (having spilled too many things on it), and now she just wears a faded grey shirt that might once have had some sort of emblem on it, but is now characteristic of the sort of thing that lives beneath beds and balled-up in closets.
Swallowing down a groan, Tobi instead stretches her arms over her head to try and remind her body that unlike Finn, it is more than capable of movement. It strongly disagrees.
Moving across the room without bothering to step over her books, Tobi holds an arm out for Finn. At some point she's changed out of her bathrobe (having spilled too many things on it), and now she just wears a faded grey shirt that might once have had some sort of emblem on it, but is now characteristic of the sort of thing that lives beneath beds and balled-up in closets.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
