finn
it always feels more quiet in the dark
The sound of the door has let Finn know that October is home, at least, and as her voice trills out, he wonders whether he ought to reply given that this is supposed to be a surprise. Should he have been more prescriptive with his note? "If you wouldn't mind," he calls out in the end, because ignoring her is worse than ruining any of the rOmANtIC aNTiCIpAtiOn.
Either way, when Tobi does finally move into the bedroom, it will be to see their bed arranged with the covers drawn back and the pillows stacked just so. Finn is there too, of course, having been warming what looks like massage oil in a bowl of hot water (hence the myriad of scents). Glancing up, he offers a lopsided smile to the doctor that doesn't mean to be charming but is, and nods towards the dresser.
On the list she's written, he's carefully drawn a line through massage. "Welcome home," he murmurs, drying his hands and closing the distance between them to kiss her cheek.
Either way, when Tobi does finally move into the bedroom, it will be to see their bed arranged with the covers drawn back and the pillows stacked just so. Finn is there too, of course, having been warming what looks like massage oil in a bowl of hot water (hence the myriad of scents). Glancing up, he offers a lopsided smile to the doctor that doesn't mean to be charming but is, and nods towards the dresser.
On the list she's written, he's carefully drawn a line through massage. "Welcome home," he murmurs, drying his hands and closing the distance between them to kiss her cheek.
it always feels so stark
