Vincent grunts, but does not actually tell Phalanx to move. He must finally be resigned to his fate, or think there's worse things than having some weird bundle-person's feet on him.
"So," he prompts Robin. A silence hangs in the air for a moment, and Robin starts rubbing Phalanx's shoulder through the blankets while he thinks.
"I like them," the demigod finally states.
"'Kay," Vincent acknowledges. "But that doesn't change that this is a... situation."
"It is."
The two of them don't sound angry, at least. Vincent doesn't sound nervous, Robin doesn't sound mean. The rules of the couch are being upheld, even if it takes the two of them a while to find what words are best around pauses of heavy thought.
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"So," he prompts Robin. A silence hangs in the air for a moment, and Robin starts rubbing Phalanx's shoulder through the blankets while he thinks.
"I like them," the demigod finally states.
"'Kay," Vincent acknowledges. "But that doesn't change that this is a... situation."
"It is."
The two of them don't sound angry, at least. Vincent doesn't sound nervous, Robin doesn't sound mean. The rules of the couch are being upheld, even if it takes the two of them a while to find what words are best around pauses of heavy thought.