[......this is a trap, isn't it. Robert's smile falters slightly, but he keeps his gaze on her face. when he does break it, it's only to lie down next to her with an exhale]
It's not.
[he's not a hundred percent sure he'd be much for following up with it, though. even if there is a hint of visible interest from elsewhere
he'll settle for keeping his eyes on her. look who's not running away, even if he's not exactly running forwards? he's still got a bit of a smile, anyway- a real one, not forced.]
Maybe. [you're only good when you're hoping you can be bad. but he does give her an amused little look, and leans to give her a little peck on the forehead.
[Harley, Harley. he was trying very hard to forget about the chances of those, and up until this moment, was doing a very good job. the whole massage and cleaning and tickling and everything else did a wonderful job of grounding him until his grip on Harley briefly, briefly tightens.
there's a few moments in which he just looks at her, smile fading; there's something in his eyes, because he's not sure if he should try and shrug it off and insist he'll be fine, or damn his dignity because...well...
in the end he sighs and closes his eyes, resting his chin against her. it's probably a mark of how much he's grown to trust her that he doesn't try and put up a mask.
[ She runs her fingers over his hair. The nightmares would come without her saying it or not. She knows what Crane's toxins do to people. Frankly, she's amazed he didn't wake up screaming the first time. ]
[there's something to be said about being scared silent. screaming is inherently a call for help- but why would you scream when you know there's no help coming?
when you know you're alone?
he swallows around the lump in his throat, and forces himself to slow his breathing. if he's still holding Harley tight, well...at least it's not a painful grip.
[ She drifts in and out of a light doze, and when he shows signs of bad dreams she rouses and starts rubbing his back and cooing soft, gentle reassurances. ]
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[ She releases his wrists. ]
A problem.
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It's not.
[
he's not a hundred percent sure he'd be much for following up with it, though. even if there is a hint of visible interest from elsewherehe'll settle for keeping his eyes on her. look who's not running away, even if he's not exactly running forwards? he's still got a bit of a smile, anyway- a real one, not forced.]
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...you're going to have an awful revenge, I can feel it.
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[ She throws a leg over him and waggles her eyebrows. Heeeyyyy
... But that's all she does. Look at her! Being good! ]
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she really is cute, he won't argue that.]
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SHIT, HE'S ONTO HER.She returns that with a peck on the lips. ]
Get some sleep. I'll be here if you have a nightmare.
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there's a few moments in which he just looks at her, smile fading; there's something in his eyes, because he's not sure if he should try and shrug it off and insist he'll be fine, or damn his dignity because...well...
in the end he sighs and closes his eyes, resting his chin against her. it's probably a mark of how much he's grown to trust her that he doesn't try and put up a mask.
instead, there's just a quiet-] All right.
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You're okay. You're safe now.
[ Until the next time he does it, anyway. ]
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when you know you're alone?
he swallows around the lump in his throat, and forces himself to slow his breathing. if he's still holding Harley tight, well...at least it's not a painful grip.
that'll only come when the dreams do.]
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