ONE HUNDRED FOUR

[tehpuck]

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[He's been making noise for the past half-hour, mumbling in a miriad of languages, all snipplets of words or long-past conversations. Suffice to say, he's hardly coherent. This isn't a movie, he won't awaken in seconds, gaining conciousness is slow, now

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[ishiah]

[The sidelong glance doesn't have to travel far to reach it's target; Ishiah is lying on the opposite side of the bed, above the covers, his body having finally threatened to set itself into the chair still drawn up beside. He doesn't meet the look, however, not pulling his focus from the blank ceiling white.]

Thirty six hours, approximately.

[No need to check the clock.]

[tehpuck]

[Registering where Ishiah is, how close he is, Robin starts to edge away. He tries to get out of the bed,]

Almost two days. Hmm. And, again, this city has eaten another one of my shirts.

[ishiah]

Stay there, you idiot.

[There isn't much more than weariness in the tone. Ishiah takes it upon himself to escape to a safe distance - Robin's notion of safe perhaps putting doors and walls between the two, the Peri only moving to the foot of the bed. Rolling his shoulders, he tries to work out knots tied to unseen spurs of bone and feather.]

Caliban brought over some clothes. It seems you had more.

[tehpuck]

[Robin snaps his head back, scowling, but sinks back into the bed. He's still tired, Zeus, he wants to go back to sleep. He stares down at Ishiah, appecating the distance, even if wanting to increase it.]

He's finally proven useful for something, then.

[ishiah]

I'm growing used to being surprised by unlikely sources.

[He folds his arms and lets the silence stretch for a few minutes. Nothing but the ticking, and that unsually subdued. Finally, quietly, unsure how alert the puck is to hear the thin edge of relief rather than reproach in his voice.]

This can't become a habit, Robin.

[tehpuck]

[Even if he was at his full strength, he wouldn't have heard the relief. Robin has given up trying to understand Ishiah, long ago,and is unused to people caring for him; this is all out of his field of reference.]

I don't plan on it becoming one.

[ishiah]

[Ishiah draws breath to respond -- and there are options: 'Then listen to me when I warn you about something for once, you obstinate bastard'; 'Do you have any idea how close it was this time?'; 'What if I wasn't there?']

[Other things that have been on the cusp of his breath for thirty six hours now, and which would make matters even worse. He exhales with a sigh. Robin's tired, they both are.]

How are you feeling?

[tehpuck]

[And... well. Robin wasn't expecting that. He was planning on the other options, really.]

[He relaxes, a bit, head going back to the pillow; he's wary and preparing himself for something else, but tired and... confused.]

Tired. [Sigh.] But fine, stop your squawking.

[ishiah]

Unsurprising. [Despite a full day's rest, and more] It took a lot of energy for your body to heal itself, I'm told you can expect to be catching up for a while.

[He treated his own injuries himself, such as they were. Lacerations barely an inch deep across his shoulder, and the mottle of a bruise darkening one side of his face. The side kept away from Robin, so far, the same one he's already used to masking with the fall of his hair. Perhaps he'll let Holly deal with them, for simplicity's sake, but it was nothing worth taking Elaine's time over.]

Go back to sleep, then, I won't disturb you.

[Or let anyone else. Or, for that matter, stand staring from the foot of the bed. He goes to check the window instead, blinds half closed over the broken pane.]

[tehpuck]

[And Ishiah is in a... a mood, again. Not a mood mood, but one like on the canopy; it means he isn't going to yell at him. And Robin doesn't know how to deal with that.]

I... No, I'm fine. [Which is a lie, but he isn't going to sleep in Ishiah's company, especially if Ishiah won't let him leave. He looks around,] What happened?

[ishiah]

[What happened? Presumably he doesn't need the simplest of answers, having nearly died being something even Robin couldn't forget so quickly. He won't want the one involving blood and shattered glass.]

Elaine. Whatever world it originated in, the angel's blade was holy; I brought you to the person best placed to understand how to deal with that.

[He looks back with the slightest curve to his mouth.]

Perhaps the judeo-christian faiths owed you a favor.

[tehpuck]

[Robin assimilates the information. He quirks an eyebrow,] And why did your window deserve to die?

[At that comment, though, his face falls flat into a very unamused glare. No comment on the implications within.]

[But then he sees that curve to Ishiah's lips, and, not fully understanding why, makes himself more comfortable in bed. Robin's eyes droop as he lays his head down, and he isn't closing them or sleeping, but he might've had a similar curve before realizing it, and making it disappear.]

[ishiah]

The window was only left wide enough to accomodate one. Normally I'd use the latch, but I did have my hands full at the time.

[And he returns to the chair, muscle memory so familiar with it by now that the wince is involuntary.]

[tehpuck]

...Ah.

[Robin frowns at the wince; why...? Oh.] You haven't slept, yet.

[That isn't a question.]

[ishiah]

There has been somebody in my bed.

[He's not usually given to stating the obvious. There is a couch, yes, but in the other room, which would have been one room too far away to get any proper rest.]

[And no, not the slightest suggestion that Robin move - Ishiah is certain he cleared that matter up earlier.]

[tehpuck]

[Robin, of course, lives to make things difficult. He huffs (drama!) and begins rolling out of bed.]