[it gives him something else to look at, anyway. he rolls his gaze down to watch Robin drunkenly pick at his scarf. and then he closes one eye, because it's so close to his face, and focusing is extra difficult right now.
and he must be busy with something in his head, because it takes him a while before he finally says something else. when he does, it's just a low rumble--barely words, and barely related.]
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and he must be busy with something in his head, because it takes him a while before he finally says something else. when he does, it's just a low rumble--barely words, and barely related.]
...You're so weird.