[after all these years, multiple multiverses, times together and times apart... Robin still doesn't know what to do with a kind gesture of affection like that one. even if it is deservedly patronizing.]
Thanks. [he tries to say it sarcastically enough to throw off suspicion, but it's a hopeless effort. he's suddenly antsy, sitting up, hoping that whatever stupid color is rising in his face isn't enough to be seen under the strange, mismatched lighting.]
I'm going to go get a drink. [he announces to compensate.] You want anything?
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Thanks. [he tries to say it sarcastically enough to throw off suspicion, but it's a hopeless effort. he's suddenly antsy, sitting up, hoping that whatever stupid color is rising in his face isn't enough to be seen under the strange, mismatched lighting.]
I'm going to go get a drink. [he announces to compensate.] You want anything?