BWAHAHA YOU LOVE ME REALLY. Where would you be without these things? WHERE?
There's a look in Much's eyes that Robin has seen once before (where there had been sweat and blood and death and Robin had nearly been broken by it all) and he can't decide how that makes him feel. Again, he glances down at the rough, worn hand that grips his, and swallows softly as the nails dig in tighter into his skin, crescent shaped marks embedded into his wrist.
"We," says Much again with controlled deliberateness, "need to talk."
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There's a look in Much's eyes that Robin has seen once before (where there had been sweat and blood and death and Robin had nearly been broken by it all) and he can't decide how that makes him feel. Again, he glances down at the rough, worn hand that grips his, and swallows softly as the nails dig in tighter into his skin, crescent shaped marks embedded into his wrist.
"We," says Much again with controlled deliberateness, "need to talk."
ADMIT IT, YOU LOVE ME REALLY. <3