October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Sinking down but with one arm still around his neck, her fingers curling against the back of his jacket, Tobi swallows with some effort as her body desperately tries to recallibrate after this unexpected rush. The jittery feeling of needing to move, or run is back and she nearly vibrates with it despite how hard she tries to remain still. "Maybe a body pillow? Or...a heating blanket?" She suggests absently with a small laugh, her dark eyes searching his face for anything—anything—else to hold onto. It's hard to pin down just how they came into each other's lives, to trace back the moment Finn had fallen asleep to fairy tales on her couch and explain how that had led to this, but it had and though Tobi would never tell Finn not to leave, she suddenly very much doesn't want him to go.
"I still like you, Finn." Tobi whispers. "And I'll miss you when you're gone." And that's why her smile was both joyful and sad; because other than her son and her father, Finn meant the most to her than anyone else ever had.
"I still like you, Finn." Tobi whispers. "And I'll miss you when you're gone." And that's why her smile was both joyful and sad; because other than her son and her father, Finn meant the most to her than anyone else ever had.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
