sleep doesn't help if it's your soul that's tired
Not nearly in his cups as the doctor, Finn isn't quite on the verge of tears from their combined playing, but even sober, there's no doubt that what they can communicate without words is something rare, something he might even consider special. Breathing out a soft sigh and carefully setting the guitar back in its open case, he offers Tobi a small smile as he straightens back up, only to find her twisting about to face him.
"Oh... Would you like mine?" he asks, nodding at his barely touched cup (because it's not sharing if Finn intends to give her the whole glass). "I suppose I had imagined that you wouldn't be at home, so I was going to go to bed," he says slowly, twisting the ring on his thumb. "But is there anything you would like to do now that I am home?"
"Oh... Would you like mine?" he asks, nodding at his barely touched cup (because it's not sharing if Finn intends to give her the whole glass). "I suppose I had imagined that you wouldn't be at home, so I was going to go to bed," he says slowly, twisting the ring on his thumb. "But is there anything you would like to do now that I am home?"
FINN
