"...Okay," Vincent says, as Robin leads them out of the room. And a moment later, belatedly, "...Bye."
But then they're off, even if it is not very far. They step back into the front room and around the corner, into the dim light of a small, tile-covered bathroom. It's not immaculate by any means, between some weird, dark smudges on the walls and the grime collecting along the edges of the room--but Robin uses this bathroom almost as much as Vincent does, so it's not quite as bad as the rest of the house.
The tub seems pretty nice, filled with gently steaming water. No shower curtain, though the rings are still up on the rod.
"Do you want any help getting your clothes off?" Robin turns to ask them, with the casual pleasantness of someone who helped a lot of people take off a lot of clothes in his lifetime.
no subject
But then they're off, even if it is not very far. They step back into the front room and around the corner, into the dim light of a small, tile-covered bathroom. It's not immaculate by any means, between some weird, dark smudges on the walls and the grime collecting along the edges of the room--but Robin uses this bathroom almost as much as Vincent does, so it's not quite as bad as the rest of the house.
The tub seems pretty nice, filled with gently steaming water. No shower curtain, though the rings are still up on the rod.
"Do you want any help getting your clothes off?" Robin turns to ask them, with the casual pleasantness of someone who helped a lot of people take off a lot of clothes in his lifetime.