awareness is the enemy of sanity
He nods, unsure of the praise, not knowing what he’s done that’s so good compared to anything else he might have decided upon. As far as Finn knows, he is not the type to run down the halls touching everyone. But that seems rude to say, so he merely stands where directed, eyes fixing briefly on her face as she explains they are going to be locked in. ”Oh,” he says, not surprised necessarily, but disliking it nonetheless. ”Do you know how long...?”
She replies - until the test results come back - but that tells him precisely nothing. ”I see.” He sounds distant now, watching the container slide across the room and catching it with the toe of his boot. ”Do you want the contents of my pockets?” he asks, folding his scarf and depositing it inside, along with shoes and socks. His coat comes next, the glasses removed for the time being, then shirt, pants, underwear.
Soon enough he’s standing before her wearing nothing but his dignity (and even that isn’t exactly warm), his eyes somewhere between her feet, posture relaxed, back straight. It’s a habit ingrained in him that’s older than the time they’ve known each other, and he waits for her to begin.
She replies - until the test results come back - but that tells him precisely nothing. ”I see.” He sounds distant now, watching the container slide across the room and catching it with the toe of his boot. ”Do you want the contents of my pockets?” he asks, folding his scarf and depositing it inside, along with shoes and socks. His coat comes next, the glasses removed for the time being, then shirt, pants, underwear.
Soon enough he’s standing before her wearing nothing but his dignity (and even that isn’t exactly warm), his eyes somewhere between her feet, posture relaxed, back straight. It’s a habit ingrained in him that’s older than the time they’ve known each other, and he waits for her to begin.
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
