memory’s so treacherous
As Tobi settles again, naturally so does Finn, and he absolutely resumes his unintentional hair pets. Honestly, Tobi's hair just feels gloriously soft, and since they're in bed and she's nestled against him like a warm, weighted blanket, he can't stop his own fussing. "Yes, of course I will. I would want you to know," he assures her. She'd likely know before he did, honestly, given that she is often the victim of his sleep pattern.
"What constitutes much more than a slap?" he wonders. "Closed fists? Or organ removal?" Yes, clearly Finn has been dreaming with Remi again. Can you tell? Letting his eyes slip shut once more, he surprises himself with how much he is enjoying this small but intimate moment between them.
"Not normally," he murmurs. "I believe he came looking for Remi, and didn't realise he was already dreaming with me. He brought a dog plushie with him - that's when he mentioned you." There's definitely a small smile in his voice now at the memory. "He was very drunk."
"What constitutes much more than a slap?" he wonders. "Closed fists? Or organ removal?" Yes, clearly Finn has been dreaming with Remi again. Can you tell? Letting his eyes slip shut once more, he surprises himself with how much he is enjoying this small but intimate moment between them.
"Not normally," he murmurs. "I believe he came looking for Remi, and didn't realise he was already dreaming with me. He brought a dog plushie with him - that's when he mentioned you." There's definitely a small smile in his voice now at the memory. "He was very drunk."
one moment you’re lost in a carnival of delights
the next, it leads you somewhere you don’t want to go
FINN
