October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Colour returns to Tobi's face, blooming from the apples of her cheeks as she tries to laugh the whole thing off. 'It doesn't feel real.' She replies with a soft shrug. "It's like...my mind knows that it isn't. There's no panic or fear, and from everything I've heard, it doesn't hurt the way it will when it's real." This, she laughs about too. Though when it is real, she certainly won't find it amusing.
But then Finn is gone, moving faster than he has in days. Were this her first trimester, she'd certainly have vomited as well had she heard the sounds Finn was making. Now it does nothing other than making her frown sadly. Instead of following him into the bathroom, Tobi instead picks up the towel from the hall and goes into her room. Returning from her closet with a blue maxi dress, she waits until it sounds as though the remainder of the lettuce has left Finn's body, before appearing at the door holding the dress out to him. She's no man-sized anything for him to wear, but the dress is loose-fitting enough that if he doesn't want to go back to bed naked, it will be better than nothing. Not that she particularly minds one way or another. Neither of them is in much of a position to worry about what the other looks like naked, Tobi least of all.
"You could have just said you didn't feel like cooking anymore." She points out with a small smile as she turns on the tap and offers Finn a cold cloth to wipe his mouth with.
But then Finn is gone, moving faster than he has in days. Were this her first trimester, she'd certainly have vomited as well had she heard the sounds Finn was making. Now it does nothing other than making her frown sadly. Instead of following him into the bathroom, Tobi instead picks up the towel from the hall and goes into her room. Returning from her closet with a blue maxi dress, she waits until it sounds as though the remainder of the lettuce has left Finn's body, before appearing at the door holding the dress out to him. She's no man-sized anything for him to wear, but the dress is loose-fitting enough that if he doesn't want to go back to bed naked, it will be better than nothing. Not that she particularly minds one way or another. Neither of them is in much of a position to worry about what the other looks like naked, Tobi least of all.
"You could have just said you didn't feel like cooking anymore." She points out with a small smile as she turns on the tap and offers Finn a cold cloth to wipe his mouth with.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
