[ He wipes at his own face with the back of one sleeve, and with the other arm he uses to take the offered hand to stand. Not immediately, certainty lacked; until whatever hesitated him gets thrown in the fuck it garbage, and he's standing up.
Because it's Vi, is the answer. Vi, who Robby might not know that well, but still feels fondly enough about; because she's being there for him, he can see the sympathy being granted, and he doesn't want to throw that in her face. Plus-- ]
Walking-- walking's good. [ Fuck the mess that might be his face, and whoever will see him, but he knows nobody will care. His head is ducked already anyway, and he moves to the doorway, then will stand outside just to give himself some shitty air. Anything is better than thinking-- anything else. Robby won't leave without her, but he will jump into moving again, once she gives the signal that she's ready; and he'll walk without real direction unless she gives it, just walking, whatever can jumble around or clear his head.
He doesn't really need to speak, not straight away. Just moving can be good enough, even with tepid skies above, the streets around a similar grey. ]
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Because it's Vi, is the answer. Vi, who Robby might not know that well, but still feels fondly enough about; because she's being there for him, he can see the sympathy being granted, and he doesn't want to throw that in her face. Plus-- ]
Walking-- walking's good. [ Fuck the mess that might be his face, and whoever will see him, but he knows nobody will care. His head is ducked already anyway, and he moves to the doorway, then will stand outside just to give himself some shitty air. Anything is better than thinking-- anything else. Robby won't leave without her, but he will jump into moving again, once she gives the signal that she's ready; and he'll walk without real direction unless she gives it, just walking, whatever can jumble around or clear his head.
He doesn't really need to speak, not straight away. Just moving can be good enough, even with tepid skies above, the streets around a similar grey. ]