[the curl of his fingers in to a loose fist makes it clear that he's not looking forward to it. but he makes it relax, going back to petting her soon enough.]
'drather not think about it right now, though. I already know how stupid it is. [viscerally so, at this point.]
[he appreciates it. they can argue when he's more himself. right now...
right now he's taking another mouthful of the water to clear some crumbs. it's not threatening to come back up, which was the thing he was most concerned about. still...]
...you didn't have to stay, you know.
[said in the quiet tone of someone who's slightly surprised that she, well, did. as opposed to dismissing her because hell no]
We are. But I still wish there was something I could do for you. [he smiles wryly] It's been a long while since I had anyone to clean up after me, all right?
[in answer, he decides to find out- setting the half-eaten 'meal' on the bedside table, he uses said table to push himself up. he's...a little shaky on his feet, but after a few seconds, he deems himself stable]
[MESSY BED BUT YES, HERS FOR NOW. he'll just be easing his way over, using the wall as a support] Up to you. You're welcome to anything, if you haven't already helped yourself.
[like he said
he'll be a while.
on the bright side, it's not like they're in a drought, so he can use all the water he wants.]
[ She watches him for a moment before getting up and helping steady him. Yes, you're a big strong man who doesn't need help, but you can still have help. ]
[HE'S FINE HE'S fine he's accepting her help.] All right. Make yourself comfortable.
[and when he's in there? he takes his time. he takes care of other basic needs, like brushing his teeth because even if he still should eat more his mouth tastes awful, but the bath? shower? shower-then-bath-soak?
he stares up at the showerhead and wonders just what the hell he's trying to accomplish with this. on some level he knows, he's trying to act as a shield, but god help him how did one thing lead to another...?
where did one thing go to another? he really does feel like hell. he's remembering the fear and the helplessness and the anger and- everything-
eventually he feels human again, or at least himself again - whatever he is - to drain the water and dry himself. thankfully, he keeps a robe in here, and he slips it on before stepping out again.
[ In the meantime, Harley has "borrowed" an undershirt and a pair of boxers (because she ain't too fresh neither, let's be honest) and taken advantage of the lull to doze off on her nice new bed. ]
[compared to him, she smelled just fine. now? well, now she's fine, too. Robert watches her for a moment, then crosses the distance with a little more strength than before. enough that he can get in to some lounge clothing, at least. (such as the Crocodile Pants. because he's going to stay comfortable, god damn it, after all that. and they're the most comfortable pair he owns so there.) when he's done, he sits down next to her and touches a light hand to her shoulder, trying to judge how asleep she is.
no reason to wake her if she's out. hell, if she is, he might just doze off next to her.]
he makes a little amused noise, willingly lying down beside her with a sigh. there's only a moment of hesitation before he puts an arm around her, soaking in her presence as he closes his eyes.]
[ She shifts so that his head is tucked under her chin, dropping a kiss on his forehead on the way, with her arms around him and a leg slung over his side. ]
Mmno?
[ It's an obvious lie but she's banking on being adorable enough to get away with it. ]
[well he thought they were going to spoon but this is good too. this is fine too. and hey- clean hair means that she smells vanilla instead of sweat! isn't that awesome for her.
Robert will just. rest his head against her upper chest, briefly aware of her breasts before just kind of tabling that thought to chuckle instead and give her a squeeze.] Right. Do you want that backrub now?
MOVING ON HE'S OKAY WITH HER LYING DOWN ON HER STOMACH AND he takes a moment to rub his face (wow, self, wow. to be fair he wasn't acting body shy with her so why would she with him.) before getting to his feet and giving her back NOT HER BUTT a little pat.]
Give me a minute.
[he'll bet getting that lotion and then reseating himself beside her to get started.]
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[the curl of his fingers in to a loose fist makes it clear that he's not looking forward to it. but he makes it relax, going back to petting her soon enough.]
'drather not think about it right now, though. I already know how stupid it is. [viscerally so, at this point.]
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right now he's taking another mouthful of the water to clear some crumbs. it's not threatening to come back up, which was the thing he was most concerned about. still...]
...you didn't have to stay, you know.
[said in the quiet tone of someone who's slightly surprised that she, well, did. as opposed to dismissing her because hell no]
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Yeah I did.
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[don't mind him taking her hand to squeeze.]
...thank you.
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But she just won't mention that little detail. ]
Ewww, feelings.
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You do not. We're friends, aren't we? It's not about running up a tab.
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Do you think you can stand on your own? I don't mind helping you to the bath. Not to rush you or anything, but you're kinda ripe.
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I'll make it. I may be a while.
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S'fine. You want me to still be here when you're done? I don't got anywhere else I need to be.
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[like he said
he'll be a while.
on the bright side, it's not like they're in a drought, so he can use all the water he wants.]
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I'll stick around.
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[and when he's in there? he takes his time. he takes care of other basic needs, like brushing his teeth because even if he still should eat more his mouth tastes awful, but the bath? shower? shower-then-bath-soak?
he stares up at the showerhead and wonders just what the hell he's trying to accomplish with this. on some level he knows, he's trying to act as a shield, but god help him how did one thing lead to another...?
where did one thing go to another? he really does feel like hell. he's remembering the fear and the helplessness and the anger and- everything-
eventually he feels human again, or at least himself again - whatever he is - to drain the water and dry himself. thankfully, he keeps a robe in here, and he slips it on before stepping out again.
bright side; he doesn't smell anymore!]
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no reason to wake her if she's out. hell, if she is, he might just doze off next to her.]
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Yayyy, crocopants.
[ And then she's pulling him down to rest beside her. ]
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not unless she starts it firsthe makes a little amused noise, willingly lying down beside her with a sigh. there's only a moment of hesitation before he puts an arm around her, soaking in her presence as he closes his eyes.]
You stayed up all night?
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Mmno?
[ It's an obvious lie but she's banking on being adorable enough to get away with it. ]
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Robert will just. rest his head against her upper chest, briefly aware of her breasts before just kind of tabling that thought to chuckle instead and give her a squeeze.] Right. Do you want that backrub now?
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[ They just got comfortable and she's tired and he is only barely human again.
But! She is sore from dragging him around, and the very least she deserves for this is a backrub. ]
Yeah, okay.
[ She untangles their limbs and sits up, pulling off the shirt (try and table those breasts THIS time, mister), before lying down on her stomach. ]
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[oh. hey.
nice breasts.
MOVING ON HE'S OKAY WITH HER LYING DOWN ON HER STOMACH AND he takes a moment to rub his face (wow, self, wow. to be fair he wasn't acting body shy with her so why would she with him.) before getting to his feet and giving her back
NOT HER BUTTa little pat.]Give me a minute.
[he'll bet getting that lotion and then reseating himself beside her to get started.]
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