And this time, neither Robin nor Vincent interrupt them for a solid minute. Robin is content to lean back again, watching silently, thinking over the exchange. Vincent may or may not be doing the same, though he is the first to finally speak after time has passed.
"'Kay, I gotta get going." He shrugs, finally wandering back in the direction of his bedroom to get dressed, "Cybil wants me down at the station."
"Great," Robin says, not at all interested in whatever Cybil does or doesn't want, "We'll be here."
"Sure," is the only response before Vincent disappears entirely, though they can both hear him rifling through clothing and bags that Robin undoubtedly tossed into disarray.
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"'Kay, I gotta get going." He shrugs, finally wandering back in the direction of his bedroom to get dressed, "Cybil wants me down at the station."
"Great," Robin says, not at all interested in whatever Cybil does or doesn't want, "We'll be here."
"Sure," is the only response before Vincent disappears entirely, though they can both hear him rifling through clothing and bags that Robin undoubtedly tossed into disarray.