my demons, though quiet, are never quite silenced
The ball is returned to her waiting hands, Finn hiding a smile (and failing) at her antics with the toffees as he moves to gather the bags again and move them into the kitchen. He passes her one which is light - on purpose - while he lugs the others along with him. "I will deal with the bathtub after soup," he promises her, beginning to take out all the things both requested and needed, not that basil leaves with just honey on them would taste all that great.
As Tobi might be able to guess, Finn automatically unloads the groceries with a precision and categorisation that is almost military - it's a wonder he hasn't colour coded the vegtables, honestly. "It won't be long before you are able to eat cheese and see your feet again," he remarks, searching around for a pot large enough to cook in. "How are you feeling?"
As Tobi might be able to guess, Finn automatically unloads the groceries with a precision and categorisation that is almost military - it's a wonder he hasn't colour coded the vegtables, honestly. "It won't be long before you are able to eat cheese and see your feet again," he remarks, searching around for a pot large enough to cook in. "How are you feeling?"
FINN
