April 16 // Robin, OPEN

[boy_wondering]

Date: April 16
Characters: Robin, OPEN to all characters
Location: Observation deck
Summary: Robin misses his girlfriend.
Warnings: There may be emo involved. And brooding.

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[jamesmayrpg1]

James sighed heavily. He hated being old. He was old. And his body said it didn’t like sleeping at night and preferred naps in the day. He thought with all the work he does he would be tired, but no, it didn’t tire him to keep him from waking at three in the morning.

He was getting tired of Hammond avoiding him. It was getting as bad as right after the accident when he didn’t remember anything. But then again, Hammond still didn’t remember everything.

James headed for the library first and after some time, he decided to head up to the observation deck. Maybe by looking out at the stars he could let his mind drift and find some sleep. Or some pleasant memories to remember.

He headed up the ladder and into the room. At first he didn’t see him but then saw Robin. “Sorry if I’m intruding.” He too, wanted to use the room to be alone in. James turned to start back down.

[boy_wondering]

Lost in thought, Robin didn't hear James until he spoke. He turned to face him, silent for a moment, then reached out and paused the music. He cleared his throat. "No, uh... it's fine. I was just... thinking." He shrugged a little.

[phdlancelot]

One moment he was lounging in his comfortable FBI-issued therapist chair, chewing on his pen and staring at the clock - Agent Booth was late again - when without any warning or explanation he lurched back, as if someone had pulled his seat out from under him. Sweets hit the ground rather painfully, arms flailing at his sides as he tried to regain his balance. A moment later, a suitcase materialized a few inches above the floor, and promptly landed on his foot. That was nothing, of course, compared to the fact that the lights had changed, and the ground, and the furniture around him, and the sounds and the quality of air. Sweets took these details in instantly without knowing quite how to process them. He looked back and forth with wide and terrified eyes, not even noticing Robin in his extreme confusion. Had someone hit him over the head? Was this a very strange, very vivid dream? Was he starting to hallucinate like Booth had done when he had a brain tumor?

[boy_wondering]

After James had departed, Robin had stayed on the observation deck, returning to his thoughts. Only to have them disrupted several minutes later by a loud THUNK behind him. He rolled quickly to his feet, spinning to face the sound, one hand reaching instinctively for his utility belt... only to find a very confused, very frightened looking young man sprawled on the floor.

"...Oh," Robin said. "Uh, hey... are you okay?" He took a few steps towards the man, trying to look unthreatening (which he probably succeeded at, since he's a five-foot-tall scrawny kid in a jumpsuit).

[phdlancelot]

Sweets looked up very quickly at the sound of the voice, briefly held on his face the expression of a deer looking into rapidly-approaching headlights, then groaned and rested his forehead in his hands. He was too young to have a brain tumor! Did this headache and weird hallucination mean he was going to die? Or need surgery? Was that ... space, out the window? Perhaps it was schitzophrenia, he thought, he hadn't noticed any symptoms in himself before but he was certainly in the right age range and didn't schitzophrenia sometimes go along with genius and wasn't he awfully smart for his age?

"This isn't real..." he murmured to himself, hoping it would do some good.

[boy_wondering]

Robin gave him a sympathetic wince as he came closer. "I'm afraid it is, sorry." Robin leaned over. "Did you hurt yourself? Sounded like you had a bit of a fall..." He offered a hand to help the man up.