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[heresyandlace]

"I'm sorry that I'm away from my device. Please leave me a message and I will get back to you when I can."

[BEEP.]

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

Two.

[heresyandlace]

When did it happen?

[because it's not like Robin has a habit of melting down somewhere first, and having some sort of revelation on his own time, before he even mentions this stuff or anything.]

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yesterday. Gave it 24 hours for the sake of coincidence, but the messages are just bouncing.

I used to write on his walls, you know? Not Michael, Vincent. Have I told you about him? He was blind and really tall?

[heresyandlace]

[give him a moment to try and follow the path of logic there, but... no, he doesn't get it.]

Sounds familiar.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he probably doesn't need to hear much more than a vague acknowledgement anyway.]

Well, I used to write on his walls. All the time, I'd just hide in his back room or on the kitchen floor, and he couldn't see it. Didn't have friends, so no one'd come over and find it. All kinds of stuff, and he never asked much...

I've been thinking about that a lot. And a lot of things from home, all of a sudden. It's been years, but

[the message ends there, awkwardly. predictably, something else follows soon after.]

I think I'm having trouble calming down and I don't have any walls here.

[heresyandlace]

[another considerable pause. he's probably weighing, like he does. give him a moment to make his decisions.]

And I suppose a journal doesn't suffice.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Oh, hang on, I hadn't thought of that.

N O, it's about ruining something.

[heresyandlace]

[another small delay, but this one is spent reading everything unspoken in the margins of context. there's quite a bit there, but he thinks he's got the shape of it now.]

Would you like to go for a walk?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[there's a delay on his end, too. where he decides whether a walk is actually something he would like, or whether he's too strung-up to get that far. in the end, getting off of his ship is what's most important, so...]

Yes. I can meet you at your ship.

[heresyandlace]

[he doesn't particularly want him around his ship for similar reasons, but... one thing at a time.]

I'll be waiting.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[he said at. he won't go inside. part of his thinking was deciding if he can handle bumping into someone on the way there--and he believes that he can.

so he'll show up in... a little bit, dressed normal, acting normal. a little distracted, but it could be much, much worse. he'll basically stand there and ring the doorbell until Tek comes outside.]

[heresyandlace]

[it could be much worse. so, when Tek finally appears and gets a look at him, taking in all of the normal, he's quick to smile.]

Lovely evening, isn't it?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Sure. [he glances over at the horizon, briefly...] Stars'll be nice.

[his tension doesn't really show until he starts moving; precise, smooth motions, like his fidgeting is calculated. weight from one foot to the other, looking with his eyes but not his head.]

Got anywhere in mind?

[heresyandlace]

Right, because we haven't had enough of those.

[it's sad when the novelty of a night sky wears off, but having real dirt under your feet is a luxury. and he doesn't pick at or crowd Robin. not yet. he'll just start walking--give him some time to move around without having to watch his every seam and weak point, before he starts something like that.]

There is one square to the west that I particularly like. I bet it's like a graveyard at this hour.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

[not picking at him is a very kind gesture, all things considered. Robin is doing a fine job of crowding himself, shoving his hands in his pockets and keeping his elbows just a little too close to his sides. ]

Sounds good to me. I'd kill for an actual graveyard... [ah. the corner of his mouth quirks up in a sharp smirk, like clockwork.] No pun intended.