And so, Robin leads Phalanx away from the dining room table, around the pyramid of cans and cartons stacked up around the trash can (Vincent has been meaning to take those out, he swears), and towards the threadbare couch that serves as the heart of the tiny room.
The couch is probably the closest thing that this house has to a holy place. It is a safe zone, the only location where both Robin and Vincent know that they have to be amicable towards one another while they are both sitting on it. Vincent lays on it when he's too tired to get to the bed, Robin lays on it when he's too tired to have a proper meltdown in the bathroom. This is where they listen to the radio together, the only other thing besides card games and killing monsters that these men can seem to do in complete, unwavering agreement.
So in a sense, Robin taking Phalanx there is both a power play (taking advantage of the unspoken rule of the Safe Couch) and a silent plea for a peaceful discussion over what he knows is going to be a delicate topic. Realizing one or the other, Vincent sighs, but busies himself with putting leftover food into their ice chest and refrigerator for a while. He'll get around to it, he just doesn't like that he has to.
Robin sits on one of the end cushions, patting next to him for Phalanx to snuggle up next to him. There are a couple of blankets wadded up nearby, in case they want to grab and absorb any of them along the way.
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And so, Robin leads Phalanx away from the dining room table, around the pyramid of cans and cartons stacked up around the trash can (Vincent has been meaning to take those out, he swears), and towards the threadbare couch that serves as the heart of the tiny room.
The couch is probably the closest thing that this house has to a holy place. It is a safe zone, the only location where both Robin and Vincent know that they have to be amicable towards one another while they are both sitting on it. Vincent lays on it when he's too tired to get to the bed, Robin lays on it when he's too tired to have a proper meltdown in the bathroom. This is where they listen to the radio together, the only other thing besides card games and killing monsters that these men can seem to do in complete, unwavering agreement.
So in a sense, Robin taking Phalanx there is both a power play (taking advantage of the unspoken rule of the Safe Couch) and a silent plea for a peaceful discussion over what he knows is going to be a delicate topic. Realizing one or the other, Vincent sighs, but busies himself with putting leftover food into their ice chest and refrigerator for a while. He'll get around to it, he just doesn't like that he has to.
Robin sits on one of the end cushions, patting next to him for Phalanx to snuggle up next to him. There are a couple of blankets wadded up nearby, in case they want to grab and absorb any of them along the way.