[there's a familiar tension as Robin faces him with all of this reframing, very similar to what usually happens right before he suddenly takes off for the mountains, not to be seen again for months. the arms on each shoulder are momentarily cage-like, and Tek looks from one to the other of them as Robin talks.
he's still at least trying to stay centered, though. he's trying to tolerate the rules, the walls, the tone in Robin's voice. his own voice is calculated in its civility.]
It's not as if I was looking for politics.
[don't make it sound as if he'd somehow done something to fail in his attempts here, or he might not be able to keep the compulsion for something dramatic at bay.]
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he's still at least trying to stay centered, though. he's trying to tolerate the rules, the walls, the tone in Robin's voice. his own voice is calculated in its civility.]
It's not as if I was looking for politics.
[don't make it sound as if he'd somehow done something to fail in his attempts here, or he might not be able to keep the compulsion for something dramatic at bay.]