Been Awhile
02-02-2016, 09:43 PM
He'd hoped desperately that, when he saw her again, all anger would fade from him. But it didn't, not even a little bit. It only grew, like a red hot flame in his chest, consuming him in a way he hadn't thought was possible. It was all he could do to stifle his anger; his features softened as soon as Finch noticed he was near, his stance slackening in turn as she whispered his name. Though she was definitely not well - she was in rather bad shape, he could tell just from a glance at her and by the heavy scent of vomit that hung in the air - she was alive, and she was still herself. Just in a awful state. His gaze softened when he saw her, losing its hardened glaze; he swore he could've started crying, if crying came naturally at all to him, which it didn't. Instead he would simply press into her, lowering himself to his belly as she leaned into him. Right now, Finch needed him. Even if she still felt physically sick, at the very least he could reassure her that he was here, and that he'd sooner die than let anyone hurt her again. "It's not your fault," he'd breathe softly, his eyes closing tightly as he listened to her speak. "I missed you too, Finch." He did.. he'd missed her so much. She let out a sigh of her own as she leaned against him. She'd talk, saying silly things like.. that she was sorry, she wished she had fought... he didn't want her to keep speaking, but he wondered if telling her to stop would upset her even more. Instead, he would press against her, shifting to begin to groom the fur on top of her head, gently and rhythmically, hoping it would sooth her. "I'll do anything you need," he told her gently, wondering what it was that she requested. Briefly he pulled back to eye her. "I have a gift for you when you're feeling well again, too." |
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