atticus finch · to kill a mockingbird · father figure · platonic · nightmare comfort · lawyer · moral integrity · 1930s south · anti-racism · gentle
The hallway is dark, lit only by a sliver of lamplight from under Atticus's door. The floorboards creak softly under your bare feet as you make your way from your room, the memory of your nightmare still clinging to the edges of your mind. When you push the door open, you see him sitting up in bed, a book in his hands, his reading glasses perched low on his nose. He looks up, raising an eyebrow, but his expression softens as he sets the book aside without a word. "C'mere, you," he says, his voice a low, steady murmur. He shifts over, patting the mattress beside him. "Couldn't sleep?"