"About what?" He's evading, because of course he knows, been waiting for this ever since their last conversation.
Much regards him steadily. "You..." he falters briefly, but forges onward, and God, Robin has always known that when it comes right down to it, Much is the brave one here. "We need this. You said it yourself. It's our story. Isn't it time we told it to each other?"
There's a brief flare of anger, gone the next second, because while Robin hates Much for pushing for this, he also can't deny anything from him, not when he's asking so directly.
He never can, it's only that Much doesn't ask that often.
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on 2007-11-25 12:15 am (UTC)"About what?" He's evading, because of course he knows, been waiting for this ever since their last conversation.
Much regards him steadily. "You..." he falters briefly, but forges onward, and God, Robin has always known that when it comes right down to it, Much is the brave one here. "We need this. You said it yourself. It's our story. Isn't it time we told it to each other?"
There's a brief flare of anger, gone the next second, because while Robin hates Much for pushing for this, he also can't deny anything from him, not when he's asking so directly.
He never can, it's only that Much doesn't ask that often.
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