The scheduled interruption - ‘tell the team what?’ - was itself interrupted. Vance wanted to tell the team about them before someone noticed they were sharing a room. Meaning that they were going to continue sharing. Shit, they were going to continue to be a them.
Robbie sagged under Vance’s hands without the monolith of anxiety and dread to keep him ramrod straight and brittle. Also, in small part, that he can’t do the Vadar voice for ‘I find my lack of faith disturbing.’ If it was anything else, but he can’t joke about how on edge he’s been. The breath that he’d been holding came out almost like a whistle. “You want to tell the team about me?”
The question sounded raw and awed, and an off-kilter Robbie scrambled to misdirect from the vulnerability (how dare he sound so needy, something screamed in the back of his head). “Shit just got real.
“Seriously, I don’t know. I can barely get through a conversation with Rich about it. I just... I want to date you and have absolutely nothing else change. Things were finally getting good here. You’re - it’s private. And believe me, I realize the irony here. Fifteen year old me would not be shy about dating anybody, but only half the people I knew then would’ve asked me how I got you.” Being able to smoothly use the word dating in relation to Vance was a fairly recent development. Robbie’s worked to get this comfortable. If Vance wasn’t ending things, Robbie had more of a reason to shut everyone else out. It was still an uneven relationship, in his eyes, and it was bad enough feeling guilty for owing Vance the responding ‘I love you’ for like two months now. He couldn’t stomach Vance getting ribbed about them being in luuuurve when Robbie hadn’t actually said it and maybe couldn’t ever manage it. Vance didn’t deserve salt rubbed into it.
But Vance was right. They would find out, because Robbie had no intention of staying away. He fidgeted as he raced through several plans, trying to make up the time he spent not thinking about it. His hand messed up the back of his hair; he chewed his lip. Finally, he offered a half smile. “I think we’ve got three options. 1, make out where someone can see us and let gossip take its course. 2, wait for Rich to blab to Sil and let gossip take its course. 3, pray Aracely doesn’t set one of us on fire when she picks up some sordid stray thoughts and let gossip take its course. I like the making out route.”
He winked at Vance, hoping against hope that Vance would focus on this last.
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Date: 2018-09-21 02:47 am (UTC)Robbie sagged under Vance’s hands without the monolith of anxiety and dread to keep him ramrod straight and brittle. Also, in small part, that he can’t do the Vadar voice for ‘I find my lack of faith disturbing.’ If it was anything else, but he can’t joke about how on edge he’s been. The breath that he’d been holding came out almost like a whistle. “You want to tell the team about me?”
The question sounded raw and awed, and an off-kilter Robbie scrambled to misdirect from the vulnerability (how dare he sound so needy, something screamed in the back of his head). “Shit just got real.
“Seriously, I don’t know. I can barely get through a conversation with Rich about it. I just... I want to date you and have absolutely nothing else change. Things were finally getting good here. You’re - it’s private. And believe me, I realize the irony here. Fifteen year old me would not be shy about dating anybody, but only half the people I knew then would’ve asked me how I got you.” Being able to smoothly use the word dating in relation to Vance was a fairly recent development. Robbie’s worked to get this comfortable. If Vance wasn’t ending things, Robbie had more of a reason to shut everyone else out. It was still an uneven relationship, in his eyes, and it was bad enough feeling guilty for owing Vance the responding ‘I love you’ for like two months now. He couldn’t stomach Vance getting ribbed about them being in luuuurve when Robbie hadn’t actually said it and maybe couldn’t ever manage it. Vance didn’t deserve salt rubbed into it.
But Vance was right. They would find out, because Robbie had no intention of staying away. He fidgeted as he raced through several plans, trying to make up the time he spent not thinking about it. His hand messed up the back of his hair; he chewed his lip. Finally, he offered a half smile. “I think we’ve got three options. 1, make out where someone can see us and let gossip take its course. 2, wait for Rich to blab to Sil and let gossip take its course. 3, pray Aracely doesn’t set one of us on fire when she picks up some sordid stray thoughts and let gossip take its course. I like the making out route.”
He winked at Vance, hoping against hope that Vance would focus on this last.