- Date added
-
May 5, 2016, 1:19 p.m.
- Description
- "This okay?" Poe asks again, an anxious thing straining his expression and drawing his shoulders tight and Finn breathes in, out, tugs on his wrists to feel the rope binding him to the bedframe against his skin. He considers the slow thud of his heart in his chest, the easy lassitude in his muscles, the trust he feels as something tangible under his breastbone. It's still thin-skinned and fragile, frail the way any newborn is, but it's there and Finn is… Yeah, he's okay.
