October
when the night falls on you
& you don't know what to do
& you don't know what to do
Is this about to be their First Fight? Gods, she hopes not, and she also thinks not, but...
"Right...I didn't come home. But that wasn't intentional. A bit like when you fall asleep in your office." Tobi explains, before the tears that are suddenly shiny in her eyes somehow cut off all the air in her lungs. Gods, and only moments ago in the shower she'd dared to imagine what Finn might be like if he was a little bit dot dot dot. Swallowing hard and wishing she could somehow take back the last 12 hours (was that even far enough? Better make it 20 to be safe), Tobi sits up properly and shuffles herself back to make space for Finn.
"Sit?" She requests in a strangled voice, trying to ignore the way the fresh pain from her tears was mingling a little too comfortably with her throbbing headache. "I don't want to be with anyone who isn't you." Reaching out for him, it takes what little mental capacity that hasn't been stolen away by her hangover to stop herself from just grabbing onto him and squeezing him tight. Instead, she lets her open hands hang in the air for him to lean into or not. 'And I only ever want you to be you.' She cries, as softly as she can, for both their sakes.
"Right...I didn't come home. But that wasn't intentional. A bit like when you fall asleep in your office." Tobi explains, before the tears that are suddenly shiny in her eyes somehow cut off all the air in her lungs. Gods, and only moments ago in the shower she'd dared to imagine what Finn might be like if he was a little bit dot dot dot. Swallowing hard and wishing she could somehow take back the last 12 hours (was that even far enough? Better make it 20 to be safe), Tobi sits up properly and shuffles herself back to make space for Finn.
"Sit?" She requests in a strangled voice, trying to ignore the way the fresh pain from her tears was mingling a little too comfortably with her throbbing headache. "I don't want to be with anyone who isn't you." Reaching out for him, it takes what little mental capacity that hasn't been stolen away by her hangover to stop herself from just grabbing onto him and squeezing him tight. Instead, she lets her open hands hang in the air for him to lean into or not. 'And I only ever want you to be you.' She cries, as softly as she can, for both their sakes.
nothing you confess
could make me love you less
could make me love you less
