awareness is the enemy of sanity
Finn also hopes very much that he doesn’t tumble backwards into Remi - pride alone would skewer him on the prongs of its disappointment. Still, it’s a close thing, and as he reaches the top of the stairs he does need to take a second, the world clouding before him again like it might slip away entirely. He recovers with a shaky exhale, removing the key from his pocket and limping down the hall to the room that has become his own.
It’s cold inside, when Finn unlocks the door - almost unpleasantly so. The reason for it is apparent in the window left wide open to let in the chill and the drowning sound of the rain. The bed is still unmade, suggesting that Finn has only recently left it, and the curtains are still drawn. Even from a first glance, it paints a picture of a man trying desperately to create a distraction and atmosphere that might lend itself to sleep.
”Sorry - I didn’t intend to have company,” he murmurs, scoffing over his shoulder as he makes his way over to the window to close it. ”Not alcohol, no.” Giving the paper bag a little shake, he sets it down and hisses in a pained breath as he pulls the window shut, opening curtains and lighting lamps to make it seem less obviously personal. The room is otherwise neat but lived in, and Finn turns to nod at the two comfortable chairs, a table set between them.
”Whatever you decide - tea, alcohol or both - I’m sure I can get it arranged.”
It’s cold inside, when Finn unlocks the door - almost unpleasantly so. The reason for it is apparent in the window left wide open to let in the chill and the drowning sound of the rain. The bed is still unmade, suggesting that Finn has only recently left it, and the curtains are still drawn. Even from a first glance, it paints a picture of a man trying desperately to create a distraction and atmosphere that might lend itself to sleep.
”Sorry - I didn’t intend to have company,” he murmurs, scoffing over his shoulder as he makes his way over to the window to close it. ”Not alcohol, no.” Giving the paper bag a little shake, he sets it down and hisses in a pained breath as he pulls the window shut, opening curtains and lighting lamps to make it seem less obviously personal. The room is otherwise neat but lived in, and Finn turns to nod at the two comfortable chairs, a table set between them.
”Whatever you decide - tea, alcohol or both - I’m sure I can get it arranged.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
