[ Robby's heard about those: the small memorials that people put together, even if it's just a car accident, an unfortunate passing. Flowers gathered in the place that it happened, the ways they mark the memory of someone gone, even if you only see that it's occurred than by knowing a name.
He notes the mention of a revolt, the personal quality of it. Vi's life has been hard, he knows -- for her to even think of this, to know just through experience. And more than this, her time locked up more than his own stint in juvie. Their talk of how even good bread is a joy to her. Robby doesn't know if it's her experience that comforts him, or just Vi alone -- the one he shares American snacks with, the parkour, the odd jobs. One of his nice things about being here, and it's why he'd come to her in the first place, hadn't it?
There'd been no particular expectations, except for Vi herself. And this time he doesn't feel the need to protest, or to question her offer. ]
...I'd like that. If you could help me find the names.
[ Because he's been too ashamed to go down there himself, and he admits, breathing out- ] I don't know how to do it. I mean-- without looking like an idiot.
[ Feeling like one. And then there's the question of what to leave, and Robby isn't certain he can think of anything right then. One thing at a time, maybe. ]
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He notes the mention of a revolt, the personal quality of it. Vi's life has been hard, he knows -- for her to even think of this, to know just through experience. And more than this, her time locked up more than his own stint in juvie. Their talk of how even good bread is a joy to her. Robby doesn't know if it's her experience that comforts him, or just Vi alone -- the one he shares American snacks with, the parkour, the odd jobs. One of his nice things about being here, and it's why he'd come to her in the first place, hadn't it?
There'd been no particular expectations, except for Vi herself. And this time he doesn't feel the need to protest, or to question her offer. ]
...I'd like that. If you could help me find the names.
[ Because he's been too ashamed to go down there himself, and he admits, breathing out- ] I don't know how to do it. I mean-- without looking like an idiot.
[ Feeling like one. And then there's the question of what to leave, and Robby isn't certain he can think of anything right then. One thing at a time, maybe. ]