awareness is the enemy of sanity
”Yes, probably.” Finn surprises himself with a laugh at that, a sound that cuts of abruptly as his own breath tightens the bandages around his ribs. Honestly, talk of whatever it was in Remi’s cup was a refreshing change from rummaging through the dark tar of Finn’s childhood (he would cringe at how much he had revealed, once he’d had a chance to sleep - that’s if he remembered).
”It sounds delicious,” he says frankly, wondering if he’d have an occasion to try it in future, perhaps, when he’s not in such desperate need for whiskey and oblivion. He listens as keenly as he can manage to the advice, nodding and stepping away at last to grab a cloth from the washbasin and clean up his face. ”I try not to make a habit of slouching,” he murmurs. ”And I have regular checkups with a doctor at the Order. I’ll be sure to have him take a look at it.”
Taking it easy, though? Cian won’t have that, so Finn doesn’t mention it. Drying off his face with a towel - and there’s going to be a beautiful bruise along his cheekbone in the morning - he gazes back to Remi, a sudden smile on his face. ”Very much,” he says of another drink, picking his glass back up. ”Do you... are you good?” He nods at the red stain on Remi’s shirt. And the fact that he’s still soaking wet.
”It sounds delicious,” he says frankly, wondering if he’d have an occasion to try it in future, perhaps, when he’s not in such desperate need for whiskey and oblivion. He listens as keenly as he can manage to the advice, nodding and stepping away at last to grab a cloth from the washbasin and clean up his face. ”I try not to make a habit of slouching,” he murmurs. ”And I have regular checkups with a doctor at the Order. I’ll be sure to have him take a look at it.”
Taking it easy, though? Cian won’t have that, so Finn doesn’t mention it. Drying off his face with a towel - and there’s going to be a beautiful bruise along his cheekbone in the morning - he gazes back to Remi, a sudden smile on his face. ”Very much,” he says of another drink, picking his glass back up. ”Do you... are you good?” He nods at the red stain on Remi’s shirt. And the fact that he’s still soaking wet.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
