Just breathe. Take a deep breath. Finch does, closing his eyes, and tries to gather himself together. It's okay. He'll be okay, he just doesn't need to sleep for the next... however long, that's cool.
This never gets any easier to tell, and he hasn't actually gone too far into it with anybody. Bruce, maybe, touched on it with Ned and Kenzi but never talked about it more than just as a reference that it happened. His hand slides down off his mouth and he takes another drink, heavily. The still lingering disturbed feeling from his father in his dream and the fact that about seventy five percent of his old fears have popped up like wildfire in the last hour leaves him a nervous, jittery wreck.
"Just once." Another drink. "Right before I showed up here. There was this thing - he called it Jones. S'like a living nightmare. Looks like a dog t'me and Galen. It bit him. It corrupted him." Another drink. "He thought he was helpin', y'know? Making people stronger by them bein' able t'conquer their nightmares. But he made 'em worse."
Sniff. "We tried t'stop him and he ended up in a coma. And - we tried t'stop him again, got into his dreams to try and weed out the infection but he got to us first, made us all go through real awful nightmares. He dragged up that - that, what you just saw. Lots of th-that." Hie voice breaks a little, and he takes yet another drink. Drowns himself in it. "It weren't him. It was like - like Ghoul. Wasn't his fault."
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This never gets any easier to tell, and he hasn't actually gone too far into it with anybody. Bruce, maybe, touched on it with Ned and Kenzi but never talked about it more than just as a reference that it happened. His hand slides down off his mouth and he takes another drink, heavily. The still lingering disturbed feeling from his father in his dream and the fact that about seventy five percent of his old fears have popped up like wildfire in the last hour leaves him a nervous, jittery wreck.
"Just once." Another drink. "Right before I showed up here. There was this thing - he called it Jones. S'like a living nightmare. Looks like a dog t'me and Galen. It bit him. It corrupted him." Another drink. "He thought he was helpin', y'know? Making people stronger by them bein' able t'conquer their nightmares. But he made 'em worse."
Sniff. "We tried t'stop him and he ended up in a coma. And - we tried t'stop him again, got into his dreams to try and weed out the infection but he got to us first, made us all go through real awful nightmares. He dragged up that - that, what you just saw. Lots of th-that." Hie voice breaks a little, and he takes yet another drink. Drowns himself in it. "It weren't him. It was like - like Ghoul. Wasn't his fault."