October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Both with a set of keys, it's Tobi who pulls hers out. Momentarily leaving their conversation so that even their whispered words are unable to be heard by anyone else, it's only when Finn steps inside and the door is closed and locked, that Tobi speaks again. "Why would it be selfish?" She wonders softly, setting her cup down on the stand normally reserved for keys and other things. Turning toward him, already feeling too warm and bulky with her coat and scarf and mittens still on but opting to meet his gaze instead of taking off her winter things. Reaching up for the lapel of his jacket and smoothing it with her mittened hands, Tobi's head tilts slightly. "If I asked, Finn, tell me how to touch you, so that you like it best—" Her words are whispered and low now, her eyes unwavering as a line of pink dances over the bridge of her nose. "—how would answering that be selfish?"
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
