@thisiamowed
Harmony allowed her silhouette to linger for a moment in the door. It was just long enough to give Finn a warning, a chance to snuff out the joint before his mother got closer. Harmony knew, but she was trying not to smother him. The smell turned her stomach and agitated Finn's little sisters. She steeled herself, closed her robe, picked up her cups, and finally stepped outside. The tea in her hand was warm. Harmony handed one to Finn, not giving him room to deny it. She looked up at her boy, who was now heads above her. ❝Hey, baby,❞ Harmony murmured, blues made stormy by the questions she bit back. ❝It's chamomile and honey.❞
The moment he noticed someone moving towards him from the corner of his eyes, he pressed the lit tip of his joint against the paneling on the house. Shoving his hands- and by default, the rest of his joint- into his pockets, he offered a faint smile towards the woman as she came outside with him.
Finn cradled the mug in his hands with a soft thank you, though, he really didn't have any interest in drinking it.
He just wanted to be alone, smoke a bit, and relive some of the moments with the Grabber, just as he did every other night before bed. He found that if he at least confronted his assailant before bed, he had fewer nightmares. At least, he told himself that's what happened.
It was easier having that ritual, regardless.
"Can't sleep?" he inquired conversationally as he moved over so his mom could lean against the wall, too.
