October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
This, Tobi remembers from a time before in her office. When she'd said she wanted to help him stretch and would need to touch him to do so. That had been the first time he'd mentioned it and since then, she hadn't even nudged him from behind when doing the dishes in the kitchen, without first clearing her throat or making it clear in some other manner where she was. 'Of course.' Tobi agrees at once, proud of Finn for being able to communicate his needs to her.
"Maybe...you could tell me the things you do like? I would rather touch you in ways you like, rather than just avoiding things you don't." For anyone else this might be easy enough, and though Tobi is more than aware that for Finn this couldn't be farther from the truth, all she can do is ask. Though his most recent trauma might have been alleviated by Frey, she had been there to see the bruises so vivid on his skin she could nearly see the hands on him and how they'd clutched and pulled. "Maybe tonight...could just be about what feels good for you.." She suggests softly, wondering if her voice could even be heard over the thunder of her heart.
"Maybe...you could tell me the things you do like? I would rather touch you in ways you like, rather than just avoiding things you don't." For anyone else this might be easy enough, and though Tobi is more than aware that for Finn this couldn't be farther from the truth, all she can do is ask. Though his most recent trauma might have been alleviated by Frey, she had been there to see the bruises so vivid on his skin she could nearly see the hands on him and how they'd clutched and pulled. "Maybe tonight...could just be about what feels good for you.." She suggests softly, wondering if her voice could even be heard over the thunder of her heart.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
