awareness is the enemy of sanity
It’s difficult to sip at his drink from a prone position, so Finn does the only reasonable thing - he knocks it all back before lying down properly, of course. It makes his head swim and his cheeks feel warm, and takes away from the aching in his ribs. Perfection, in a word. ”Aoife,” he repeats, trying the name out for himself. It’s a strange mix between Remi’s first and second attempt, but sounds just as joyous on the tongue.
”A beautiful name,” he remarks. ”What happened...?” It’s a faux pas, a big one - Finn is asking the same kinds of questions they’ve agreed do not need to be asked. This is another bit of information better off volunteered. And yet, here they both are. ”I’ve never... I don’t think I’d be a good father.” He’s slurring. It’s only a matter of time.
”A beautiful name,” he remarks. ”What happened...?” It’s a faux pas, a big one - Finn is asking the same kinds of questions they’ve agreed do not need to be asked. This is another bit of information better off volunteered. And yet, here they both are. ”I’ve never... I don’t think I’d be a good father.” He’s slurring. It’s only a matter of time.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
