awareness is the enemy of sanity
”That’s not true.” Finn’s voice is quiet, his smile melting into something a little more genuine, if not wistful, lost. ”You have feelings, but they are buried so far down that even you can’t reach them. You are a fortress. Your walls are impenetrable, your defences absolute. But that does not mean the things you are made of are gone.” It spills out of him, the words, and he reaches for them as they leave his mouth. It’s too late, though.
With an awkward sort of laugh, Finn rakes his fingers through his wet curls. ”Being tongue-tied does not seem to be my problem, no,” he agrees, letting out a long sigh through pursed lips. ”I am sorry, Remi. If you formerly had a habit of consistently putting your foot in your mouth, then perhaps I am wrong. We are identical in that regard.”
With an awkward sort of laugh, Finn rakes his fingers through his wet curls. ”Being tongue-tied does not seem to be my problem, no,” he agrees, letting out a long sigh through pursed lips. ”I am sorry, Remi. If you formerly had a habit of consistently putting your foot in your mouth, then perhaps I am wrong. We are identical in that regard.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
