He could conceivably get everyone up to the surface. He could probably get the trees to leave Vincent alone. Who knows what Irahl would do when he's up there. Who knows if he'd ever want to come back down here again.
"I think..." He chooses his words very carefully to answer Vincent, "We're trying to head Up-Top, but if you're coming with, I'd rather we have a plan."
"Fuck yeah I'm comin' with." No hesitation from Vincent there, he finally moves his hand, but it's just so he can pat his friend on the shoulder a couple of times. "Didn't run halfway 'cross fuckin' Third just to split now."
"Then let's take a couple hours... Head to Vincent's, let the Guard cool down, and head up once we know what we're going to do up there."
Robin is working to rebuild some semblance of self-control here. He scrubs irritably at his scalp, the cut on his hand having healed up on its own at some point now that he doesn't need to leave a trail.
Vincent turns his attention back to Irahl, and can't help but break into another smile.
"Shit, man. Can't believe you're here..."
He pats Irahl's shoulder one more time, his hand lingering there for a moment or two as he's nearly overcome with relief again, before he finally lets his friend have his space back. He'll take the first few steps down the block in the direction of his apartment.
"I know it ain't outside, but I got a pretty good couch..."
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He could conceivably get everyone up to the surface. He could probably get the trees to leave Vincent alone. Who knows what Irahl would do when he's up there. Who knows if he'd ever want to come back down here again.
"I think..." He chooses his words very carefully to answer Vincent, "We're trying to head Up-Top, but if you're coming with, I'd rather we have a plan."
"Fuck yeah I'm comin' with." No hesitation from Vincent there, he finally moves his hand, but it's just so he can pat his friend on the shoulder a couple of times. "Didn't run halfway 'cross fuckin' Third just to split now."
"Then let's take a couple hours... Head to Vincent's, let the Guard cool down, and head up once we know what we're going to do up there."
Robin is working to rebuild some semblance of self-control here. He scrubs irritably at his scalp, the cut on his hand having healed up on its own at some point now that he doesn't need to leave a trail.
Vincent turns his attention back to Irahl, and can't help but break into another smile.
"Shit, man. Can't believe you're here..."
He pats Irahl's shoulder one more time, his hand lingering there for a moment or two as he's nearly overcome with relief again, before he finally lets his friend have his space back. He'll take the first few steps down the block in the direction of his apartment.
"I know it ain't outside, but I got a pretty good couch..."