The 'pug butt coat' gets an amused snort from Terry, and he shakes his head disparagingly. Though to his credit, Robbie isn't the one here looking like a first draft of the opening scene from The Crow, so who's the winner here.
Coffee. Coffee is the winner here.
Terry slows down with his coffee when he's most of the way through, to watch Robbie potter around as inconspicuously as possible. It's so difficult to hold it in, to stop himself from asking if Robbie's okay. He knows Robbie hates it, how much he wants people to look at him like he's fine and not fragile. And sure, that's not what it's about, and at some point he needs to learn to accept help but. Not right now.
"You are my hero," he says instead, this time trying for a real smile (it's a little closer, but no dice,) and refills his mug. Sighing the happiest of sighs at the taste of fresh coffee. As if he wasn't literally drinking coffee thirty seconds ago.
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Coffee. Coffee is the winner here.
Terry slows down with his coffee when he's most of the way through, to watch Robbie potter around as inconspicuously as possible. It's so difficult to hold it in, to stop himself from asking if Robbie's okay. He knows Robbie hates it, how much he wants people to look at him like he's fine and not fragile. And sure, that's not what it's about, and at some point he needs to learn to accept help but. Not right now.
"You are my hero," he says instead, this time trying for a real smile (it's a little closer, but no dice,) and refills his mug. Sighing the happiest of sighs at the taste of fresh coffee. As if he wasn't literally drinking coffee thirty seconds ago.