for Thomas

[goodfellow]

When Robin woke, his fingers immediately went to his neck. Not only was the blood gone, but there was no wound. He wondered for a moment if he was dead... but no, he felt too shitty to be dead, he decided. Even if it was mostly non-physical.

He registered vaguely that he was in Thomas' bed and didn't care, just rolled over onto his stomach, put the pillow over his head, and groaned.

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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Suddenly, Robin tensed.

"I know what you're trying to do," he said stiffly. "I don't need camaraderie about unintended murders. Somehow I don't think killing people with sex is the kind of thing you start a club for."

He'd meant it when he said he didn't want to talk about it. And Thomas bringing this up now was doing nothing but making him think about a situation he wanted to forget.

[raith_rogue]

"You really don't know my family," Thomas muttered and sighed, falling silent. Part of his point had been to point out Robin wasn't alone--but part of it had been a roundabout way of trying to understand why Robin was so upset about it. He wasn't exactly thrilled about the people whose deaths he'd caused, but he wasn't being eaten up with guilt about it.

That was his story and he was sticking to it.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Maybe not," said Robin. "But I do know you."

And he had no intention of saying anything else on the subject, even if he did relax a little.

[raith_rogue]

"Do you?" Thomas asked quietly.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Robin muttered, looking away. "Maybe. Look, I almost died and everything, maybe it's time I got some real sleep."

[raith_rogue]

Thomas was pretty sure Robin was just fine, physically. Lea had held up her end of the bargain better than he'd expected her to. But the emotional scars were there, he knew, so he let it go and nodded. "All right. Good idea."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

When Robin settled down on the bed, he might have curled up just a little closer to Thomas than was entirely necessary. He didn't say anything else, though, just closed his eyes. And hoped that by morning Thomas would know well enough not to talk of any of this again.