[something, somewhere in all of that, hurts. it's a small, dull, faraway pang, but it's enough to be felt.
and then Irahl lifts his arm and stretches it out in Robin's direction. clumsy and seeking.
but it goes over him, bumping past his shoulder so he can reach for something behind him. and when it finally comes reeling back in, it's pulling a pillow along with it.
Irahl doesn't let go of it onto it until it's dragged over--and then squarely onto--Robin's face.
he doesn't shove it down to smother him or anything dramatic like that. there's just the numbed weight of his hand holding it in place. like it could really just stupidly cover up everything Robin had been saying.]
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and then Irahl lifts his arm and stretches it out in Robin's direction. clumsy and seeking.
but it goes over him, bumping past his shoulder so he can reach for something behind him. and when it finally comes reeling back in, it's pulling a pillow along with it.
Irahl doesn't let go of it onto it until it's dragged over--and then squarely onto--Robin's face.
he doesn't shove it down to smother him or anything dramatic like that. there's just the numbed weight of his hand holding it in place. like it could really just stupidly cover up everything Robin had been saying.]
...You talk too much.