October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Tobi smiles, quietly and to herself, tucking away this little Finnism. There's too much choice. Taking her hot chocolate but not sipping it—the lingering sweetness of Finn's kiss was still on her lips, and she didn't want to dilute it, not for all the caramel in the world—and links her arm through his.
If... Raising a brow but saying nothing, staring intently at the pathway before them, it's with her heart suddenly hammering in her ears that she tries to digest what Finn has just said. This is probably one of the most open and honest conversation they've had with each other in a long time, and the subject matter only makes the entire thing more delicate. "Okay." Tobi agrees, feeling tongue-tied as if Finn's bashfulness was catching. "What if.." Now, whether this was actual ground-setting or the strangest flirting imaginable, is anyone's guess. "...you weren't kissing me, but I wanted to touch you.." The doctor asks tentatively, and with cheeks flushed coral. "Would that be alright?" One could only imagine the reasons Finn's lips might not be on Tobi's, and none of them had to do with PDA or other inappropriate circumstances.
If... Raising a brow but saying nothing, staring intently at the pathway before them, it's with her heart suddenly hammering in her ears that she tries to digest what Finn has just said. This is probably one of the most open and honest conversation they've had with each other in a long time, and the subject matter only makes the entire thing more delicate. "Okay." Tobi agrees, feeling tongue-tied as if Finn's bashfulness was catching. "What if.." Now, whether this was actual ground-setting or the strangest flirting imaginable, is anyone's guess. "...you weren't kissing me, but I wanted to touch you.." The doctor asks tentatively, and with cheeks flushed coral. "Would that be alright?" One could only imagine the reasons Finn's lips might not be on Tobi's, and none of them had to do with PDA or other inappropriate circumstances.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
