Well, when you put it that way, Finch can't help but laugh. And once he starts, he can't stop - he slides down the door slowly, hits the ground, and giggles hysterically, hands in his hair. For a moment, he can't breathe with how hard he's laughing.
Christ. He's losing his fucking mind.
He wraps his arms around himself and presses his face into his knees, trying to catch his breath. Dreaming. You're dreaming, and you need to wake up. Repeats it out loud, for Pinkman to hear. "Dreaming. We're dreaming, that was my dream, I've - had it before." Mix and matched, of course, but those were all elements of his dreams. "I gotta - I gotta wake up afore..."
Because this has to be the nightmare's doing, right? There's no other explanation. Any second now, it's going to be here, and Finch needs to wake up so the both of them are safe. And that's what he's trying to do - long enough that, with his head down like it is, he doesn't notice the smoke curling into the room, slowly forming itself into the shape of a dog across the room.
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Christ. He's losing his fucking mind.
He wraps his arms around himself and presses his face into his knees, trying to catch his breath. Dreaming. You're dreaming, and you need to wake up. Repeats it out loud, for Pinkman to hear. "Dreaming. We're dreaming, that was my dream, I've - had it before." Mix and matched, of course, but those were all elements of his dreams. "I gotta - I gotta wake up afore..."
Because this has to be the nightmare's doing, right? There's no other explanation. Any second now, it's going to be here, and Finch needs to wake up so the both of them are safe. And that's what he's trying to do - long enough that, with his head down like it is, he doesn't notice the smoke curling into the room, slowly forming itself into the shape of a dog across the room.