[there's an audible hitch when something familiar catches his attention. ...It's like a punch to his brain, really-- suddenly flanked by the memories it brings with it. Caught between recoiling in on himself and realizing with a pang that he really hadn't been entirely alone there, at the end. He hadn't just imagined that.
Robin seemed to know what to do, then. He remembers thinking that.
Maybe he'll know what to do now.
The labored breathing pauses a little as he suddenly has something to focus on. He manages to pull himself to the edge of his bed, but his journal is on the nightstand, and he doesn't have anything to write with.
So, all Robin gets is a frustrated pant, and the sound of someone reaching over and just... helplessly smacking a hand on the pages a few times.]
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Robin seemed to know what to do, then. He remembers thinking that.
Maybe he'll know what to do now.
The labored breathing pauses a little as he suddenly has something to focus on. He manages to pull himself to the edge of his bed, but his journal is on the nightstand, and he doesn't have anything to write with.
So, all Robin gets is a frustrated pant, and the sound of someone reaching over and just... helplessly smacking a hand on the pages a few times.]