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]

"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.