October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Vaguely does Tobi understand. Someone like Falke would have better psychology terms for it, and while Stockholm syndrome wasn't precisely the right diagnosis she didn't think, it was in the right ballpark. "It's okay that you are not okay with this, Finn." Tobi urges sweetly, giving his fingers a soft squeeze. "And it's okay to take time to heal."
Inwardly smiling that Finn was proving to be more resilient now than he had once been, Tobi nods. With their hands together or not, she'll stand and offer Finn a smile that's meant to reassure him that she's happy to take charge. She'll lead him home. She'll wash his bloody fingers. She'll help him sleep.
"Let's go home." On their way down, should anyone try and stop the pair or otherwise engage them, they will be abruptly cut off by the doctor who will vaguely indicate that she's some medical emergency to take care of. It's not not a lie, but just now Tobi finds she doesn't care.
Inwardly smiling that Finn was proving to be more resilient now than he had once been, Tobi nods. With their hands together or not, she'll stand and offer Finn a smile that's meant to reassure him that she's happy to take charge. She'll lead him home. She'll wash his bloody fingers. She'll help him sleep.
"Let's go home." On their way down, should anyone try and stop the pair or otherwise engage them, they will be abruptly cut off by the doctor who will vaguely indicate that she's some medical emergency to take care of. It's not not a lie, but just now Tobi finds she doesn't care.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
