memory’s so treacherous
"Perhaps you could write a list," Finn says, and though he's smiling he is only half joking. "A list of the sorts of things you would like me to do. And then I can choose, and it will be like it is spontaneous." Shrugging his shoulders, he surrenders his free hand to her and watches as she caresses his palm, quietly pleased that he hadn't burned both sets of fingers on his mug.
"Thank you," he murmurs, and although Tobi likely only says what she does next as a conversational quip, given what they have been speaking about, it probably isn't much of a surprise that Finn takes it the way he does. "Well, alright," he says. "But now I am getting into bed with clothes on, and it is morning. This all feels rather backwards."
Maybe there's a whisper of mischief in his stormy eyes. Maybe. Either way, Finn shifts to draw the covers back properly and climb into bed with her, fluffing up the pillows so he can lean against them and she can come and tuck herself into his lap.
"Thank you," he murmurs, and although Tobi likely only says what she does next as a conversational quip, given what they have been speaking about, it probably isn't much of a surprise that Finn takes it the way he does. "Well, alright," he says. "But now I am getting into bed with clothes on, and it is morning. This all feels rather backwards."
Maybe there's a whisper of mischief in his stormy eyes. Maybe. Either way, Finn shifts to draw the covers back properly and climb into bed with her, fluffing up the pillows so he can lean against them and she can come and tuck herself into his lap.
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
