bootyhunter | CALL ME OUT

[ Oh shit, it worked. Not that Robert had any doubts, because in his currently tipsy state of mind, he's very confident about his moves. Or at least, he's getting more confident and less in his head about whether he's doing or saying the right things because all this dating and caring and falling in love stuff is ridiculously out of his wheelhouse. ]

I'm not drunk.

[ which is what drunk people say, but he's not! He's not wasted, he is still aware of what's going on!

And as if it's going to win the argument, he picks up his new beer for a couple of drinks of it. He puts his other hand on one of Flambae's pecs as he does. ]

You taste like... well, something spicy, obviously. [ Good spicy. Not 3am tacos spicy, you know? That's still good but in a completely different context and strictly at 3am. ]

You might need to remind me.

[AH!!! BOOB GRAB, NOT STEALTHY...

Flambae stands up a little straighter-]

[Flambae feels a touch humiliated. He despises how, in this moment, he knows just how pathetic he seems, yearning for what is one of the stupidest not-pickup lines he's heard in a while.

It doesn't matter how vulgar the words are- Or corny. It's just nice that Robert bothered to say anything at all, and it's not lost on the former supervillain that it might've taken some booze to get any of that to happen.

He looks down at the hand on his chest, his drink that's been set back down on the bar, and finally Robert's face. He leans forward, challenging the other man, although he's trying to get close enough to see if the dispatcher's breath reeks of liquor already.]

Robert.

[Flambae sounds more concerned than angry.]

You are drunk.

[and if it's physically possible he will caress Robert with the hand that isn't carrying his stupid sdn shirt, imagine, the sensation of having your face caressed by three fucking fingers-]

I can't kiss you if you're shitfaced and I'm not, you know?

It wouldn't be right.

Edited 2026-04-25 04:17 (UTC)

[ It wasn't a stealthy boob grab, but Robert doesn't even have a shirt to hide behind, it only seemed fair. And maybe he just feels better about this weird foreign place (even if Prism's music is blaring in the background) when he's got a hand on Flambae, familiar and warm.

He blinks a couple of times as Flambae leans in closer and he doesn't give Robert what he wants. Then he almost looks sad. The truth is, he didn't just say these stupid things because of the alcohol, he just feels less stupid about it. ]

I told you I'm not. Maybe by the end of the second one.

[ His cheeks are still a burning shade of red, perhaps even a little darker now as he looks away. Kind of a childish sulk. The critical success in his pick-up attempts seems to have died as quickly as it lived. ]

Thought that was only the rule for people you aren't already dating.

[ He doesn't move to pick up his drink again though. ]

[The sadness in Robert's eyes cuts at Flambae instantly. He winces as the other man's eyes fall, and he speaks before thinking-]

Baby, your face is red.

[What was three fingers and maybe two nubs becomes a palm, tender and flat against the side of a roughed up face. Looking at Robert in this moment feels like a little bit of a relief, weirdly enough, seeing as he's so used to seeing the man with various injuries. A fat lip, a bloody nose, various bruises...

Sure, he's tipsy at the very least, but his stupid, pouty face is in one piece.

Flambae leans inwards to press a soft kiss to Robert's temple.]

I dunno if that's a good rule, actually.

[His voice is soft, wholly sincere amidst the insane lyrics that are probably being rapped over a sick beat right now.]

I can't tell if you're just buzzed, or...

[Flambae tilts his head to the side, observing Robert keenly.]

It takes a lot of drinks for me to get where you are, usually.

[A beat passes.]

And a little molly. Or some E.

Edited 2026-04-25 05:06 (UTC)

[ Robert blinks a couple of times, his mouth shrinking into a sort of "o" expression, though his lips are still closed. Sort of like the icon but a little more pursed together and closed-lipped in a way I can't describe any better...

Anyway, his cheeks were kind of a "I'm getting tipsy" shade of rogue but they soften into the flustered pink of a blush.

He called him baby ....?

///// ]

I uh

[ he shakes his head quickly. ]

I'm just buzzed. You don't have to worry.

[ He's not that bad.

Sometimes he wonders though, if he'd want to be like Blazer and Flambae who have to drink a lot or something ridiculously strong to even feel a tingle or if that just sounds like it kind of sucks. ]

I'll slow down, if you want me to.

Oh?

So you are starting to do the things that I want, now? So you're into pet names, cool... I learned something new about you.

[He tilts his head further.

Flambae isn't used to being this nice, not in public, and certainly not without the ever-looming threat of losing the person he is addressing in earnest. It's a privilege that has been primarily earned by friends thus far, as all his past loves have been a bit tumultuous, ending up in flames nearly every time.

Robert can be so unpredictable. Maybe there's a sense of relatability to it- How the dispatcher can seem like he feels so on top of the world one second and so irrefutably dismayed the next. For all his pesky nagging over the intercomms at work, it would seem that he isn't so perfect, so stoic, when he actually bothers to listen to the thrumming of his own heart.

This time when he sees Robert's face color, the freckles mixing in with hues of red and pink, Flambae doesn't feel any hesitation or humiliation about the tingle he experiences himself.

He's lived long enough to know his own biology by now- It's not the fruity cocktail that's making him feel this way.]

Do places like this make you feel uncomfortable?

[Clubs or bars with raucous crowds, the kind that isn't seedy or violent.

In some ways, the chaotic atmosphere creates a unique pressure to be or feel happy, which isn't always for the best.]

Not the gay part, but the, uh...

Loudness, fun-ness...? All the silly people?

Edited 2026-04-25 22:01 (UTC)

What? No ...

[ Is he protesting doing things that Flambae wants, or the pet names? ]

It just felt like you wanted me to slow down on the alcohol, that's all.

[ Ironic that Flambae is being so sincere and Robert is having trouble with it at the moment. But his head is starting to feel fuzzy around the edges from the alcohol buzz, and he's got a lot of thoughts churning around in there. Like how he doesn't want to embarrass himself or disappoint Chad by getting drunk too fast and he's already almost blown it. And how it made his heart flutter when he was called "baby" even though that's never something he'd considered before. Or how he notices how intently he's being stared at and he doesn't know what it's for or how to feel about it.

Obviously he likes being looked at by Flambae. ]

Huh? Oh...well.

[ He glances around almost cautiously at their surroundings for a brief moment. Prism's music is amazing, they all know that, but the rest of the scene? Flambae is right to guess that it's not really Robert's.

Not because he isn't fun, mind you!! ]

It's not the kind of bar I usually hang around in. [ Flambae knows this, obviously. He's just saying it for posterity or something. ] And I wasn't expecting to just get rid of my shirt in the first half of the night, either.

[ Robert has never really been self-conscious about his body, so why start now? Maybe it's just a combination of many factors tonight, but it feels weird. More than once he's had little thoughts of "I only want Flambae to look at me like this" stab his brain. ]

You know, you can go dance or catch up with people- well, Prism's probably not coming back anytime soon- or whatever. I won't disappear or anything. Or get shitfaced. [ He holds up his hands. ] Promise.

[ Suddenly he just feels like, since he asked that question, maybe Flambae is a little disappointed they're not partying like it's 1999. Maybe he's staring at Robert so much because he wishes his boyfriend was better at this. Ugh. ]

[Robert has yet to blow anything (sadly).

Flambae can't help but think that this isn't quite what he imagined from Mecha Man, although that's a thought he's had at least fifty times over by now, but he's grateful for it. Robert's shyness is cute, a word that Flambae knows the dispatcher will protest if he utters it aloud.

He's never really had to deal with anything like this, as Robert is the only normie he's even bothered to get to know in a coital context. Sure, Flambae has often observed that non-superpowered beings are affected by alcohol more quickly, but he's never really been made to think about it.

If he kisses Robert, would it be the same as someone kissing a drunk person who had no capacity to say no? That's his primary worry.]

And why would I want to dance with anyone but you?

[His head moves to either side slightly. The words are spoken plainly in earnest, without the onslaught of relentless swears or typical flashy drama.]

And Prism! But...

I think she's getting fucked or something.

[ASLKDFJASKDJFSKDJF]

Good for her, honestly! I know it's been a while.

[bestie ur oversharing...1!!!!]

Edited 2026-04-25 23:59 (UTC)

[ that's because they're in a gay bar and there's TONS of people around and he hardly even wants to be shirtless, let alone blowing Flambae here! Back at his apartment, however....

Anyway, Robert thinks about it too sometimes, that he probably isn't what Flambae imagined Mecha Man to be, especially after holding such antagonist feelings about him for so long. He wonders if it's disappointing, or if he should even care whether it is or not. After all, they're still here, together. He called Robert "baby" ... so he must not be a complete let down. Never meet your heroes (or your enemies??) they say, but he's probably doing alright.

Saying something like he only wants to dance with Robert also makes the dispatcher just really want to kiss Flambae all the more. Of course he gets it, doing anything to people who are under the influence can be sketchy... but he knows for a fact that he would feel the same in any state of sobriety (or lack thereof).

He can wait though. He can be good and patient and enjoy their public date.

Feeling both humbled and pleased though about the dancing, he nods a couple of times, looking down at the drink that he hasn't touched since he said he wouldn't. ]

I don't know. Just making sure you knew that.

[ He won't hold him back from having fun. He will, however, hold him back from sharing all the details of Prism's personal sex life. ]

Okay, TMI. Let her have her fun, I don't need to know.

[He looks at Robert knowingly, whatever's left of Flambae's own drink sitting at the bar, remaining untouched.

He wraps an arm around Robert as if to shield him in a way, feeling a little guilty for making the man undress, somehow having foolishly believed that things would have been alright either way. The states of undress that Robert has been in have all been due to violence, how could he fucking forget? Other than what's happened between them in the apartment, and when the Z-team ambushed Robert in his home, has this wet noodle of a former hero even gone to the beach within the past year?

God, what is he even talking about. Look at how pale the guy is, the answer is no.]

Okay, then.

[He makes no effort to hide the once-over he gives Robert. Flambae does genuinely feel bad for making him uncomfortable, but damn, does the dispatcher look good in his arms.]

Now I know.

I get that you don't exactly want to raise the motherfucking roof when I tell you this, but-

[His voice dips, wavering into more sultry territory, and he leans in to give Robert another kiss on the cheek.]

I think you're at your cutest when you're nervous, BobBob. ❤︎

[Flambae is quiet for a few seconds, letting that thought sit, once-again intensely observing the other man for his potential reaction.]

Do you wanna go back to my place?

You seemed more comfortable there.

Maybe finish your drink first?

Edited 2026-04-26 02:41 (UTC)

[ Despite not feeling particularly ashamed of his body, Robert does appear to be pretty private about it if he can help it. He was willing, though, to make up for his fashion blunder if he could! It isn't the most comfortable but having Flambae's arms around him really does help. Somehow the PDA is less harrowing than the idea of his privacy invaded by strangers' gazes.

When in the world would he ever have had time to go to the beach? Maybe they can find some now. Or maybe it's for the best that Robert's pale white body just stays away.

Having Flambae lean so close to him and use that voice has him suppressing a shudder, trying to keep it together as his ears flare up in betrayal and his heart dips as the kiss to his cheek leaves him longing for one to his mouth instead. Can't believe this guy has this kind of power over him.

He huffs, glancing off to the side in protest. ]

Ass.

[ Unfortunately he can hardly be actually annoyed when he's so smitten with the fireball in front of him and the alcohol in him only seems to make it worse, so he looks back at Flambae in defeat, brows scrunched as he smiles at him. ]

I thought you didn't want me to finish my drink.

[ And what if Flambae definitely won't kiss him if he does? It already feels kind of lame that he'd rather go home than stay here and party. But Prism isn't even around anyway, sooo... ]

I think I'd rather go, yeah.

What about my ass?

[Flambae snorts again, although the sound is notably triumphant this time.

As much as he loves to party, he's been doing his best to ignore the hollow echoes that seem to follow all these fun nights out. Make no mistake, Flambae is an adventurer through and through, and is grateful that his strength carries him through the night in ways that would render mere mortals tired and hunkering down several hours earlier...

But he's found himself longing for a companion as of late, even before Robert showed up at SDN.

Flambae had beat himself up about it quietly. In some ways, it's been difficult to admit, a sign that he's getting old.]

It's not that I don't want you to have fun, Robert.

[Ooh. That cheeky, nearly sadistic tone he's using indicates that tormenting Robert is all sorts of fun- For Flambae, anyway.]

I thought I could tolerate taking you out for a night on the town, but boozing around in front of, what is this... This peanut gallery of twinks-

[LKSDLKF]

Is making me realize I prefer having you all to myself.

[It's here where he taps Robert's cheek with a thumb, then guiding it so that they are finally face to face.]

I know how much you like to be kissed.

[laying it on thick, huh, hot cheeto yaoi]

But, before I do that for that you, I need to make sure you're sober enough for me. So~! You tell me!

How many fingers am I holding up?

[And then, like a goddamn curse... He holds up the three remaining fingers on the altered hand, then folding all of them down except the middle one.]

You heard me.

[ He answers flatly, finally reaching for his beer for a sip. It's just a tiny one though. Honestly, alcohol hasn't consistently been something he's turned to for "fun", so it really hasn't been such a big deal not to chug beer after beer down. But being subjected to being referred to as cute (and for being a nervous idiot at that) earned a sip.

And really, he's about to retort to that cheeky tone of Flambae's voice as he explains, but the man keeps going and admits to wanting Robert to himself, and if that doesn't send his heartbeat skyrocketing into space he doesn't know what will. He doesn't even know why it has such an effect on him, so his eyes are a little wider than normal and his expression one of subtly dazed twitterpation when his face is tilted back to Flambae's.

It's just. Sure, the Z-team constantly teases him and tries to touch him and other HR nightmares, but some part of him (that he didn't even consciously know of) just really wants to be wanted that badly. It's nice to see someone being selfish about him. ]

Obviously twinks aren't really my type, so you're good.

[ Twinkies maybe, but look at this guy holding him. He can't be classified as a twink, and Robert's pupils have teeny tiny little hearts in them right this very second. Not that you'd be able to see them, with how his lids get a little heavy with want. He likes to be kissed. He wants to kiss Flambae so badly. There was no choice but to deflect all of the feelings with dry wit.

Then his eyes narrow a hair as his gaze slides over to the three-fingered hand. That's almost his answer— again, he's keenly aware of how many he's got and why that's the case — but thankfully, he has time to amend it before he opens his mouth. Flipping him off...really mature!!! ]

One. And the feeling is mutual.

[ So just kiss him already, he wants it so bad it's stupid. ]

[The answer is correct enough for him, someone who's been holding back on two accounts, a thing he is not used to doing for anybody, himself most of all.

He leans in, grabbing the side of Robert's face with his free hand, unaware of how its lack of fingers seems to be something that his boyfriend is often thinking about.]

Mmmm...

[He kisses Robert aggressively, possessively, having come to understand that for some reason the little freak seems to like being consumed, to feel as though he's being devoured carnally or sexually, and when left to his own devices, that's how Flambae likes to enjoy his men.

He pulls away for a second, then going back in to hold Robert's lower lip and suck any drops of alcohol remaining right out of it, leaning back and panting heavily.

His eyes are half-lidded too, orange and fiery as ever, although he waits for Robert to speak fist, daring him to break the silence.]

[ Of course he thinks about it, he's the whole reason there's only three fingers left.

But he's not thinking too hard about it now that they've finally made it here and suddenly he's not just fuzzy drunk in the head, it's all over his body. His heart is fluttering and his stomach tightening as he savors every second of the possessive kiss. Without even really paying attention to himself, he gives that little half groan half growl of his up against their lips, almost straight up knocking their drinks right over as he slaps a hand out on the bar like he's got to hold on.

Sometimes he really is a little freak.

It's almost enough to forget where they are and all the people and noises, but when Flambae pulls back that last time, he's forced to remember. Damn. His ears are practically glowing and he looks more properly intoxicated now. ]

So ... we can go, right?

[Getting drunk of alcohol may be a difficult task, but a man?

That's not difficult for Flambae at all- Or Chad either, for that matter.

Robert's enthusiasm for the fire-starter's affection is delicious in a way that feels like it should be transgressive. Perhaps it's due to Flambae's own affinity for men who are starved for affection, stoic in the streets but desperate in the sheets, in part because he feels they are the ones who really do appreciate him. They way their eyes can't help but marvel at a physique that is not at all natural, completely obtuse to all the effort it takes to get it to look that way, right down to the hair on his body that's been neatly trimmed and cared for, like his skin and everything else.

When you've photographed yourself from every flattering angle that exists, nude or nearly, it's a specific kind of treat to be with someone who finally grabs at that same body like they've gotten the opportunity to touch a treasured work of art.]

Yeah.

[Robert isn't different in this regard, but in all the others, he feels like such a stark contrast. They shouldn't get on and yet it is the push and pull that makes things interesting.

The dispatcher's quietness isn't just from withholding, it's fascinating. Like the kind of puzzle that Flambae would actually like to work out, instead of something frustrating, redundant, and physically unappealing like a Rubix cube.]

Yeah, I can fly you.

[Finally, Flambae unfurls the arm that holds Robert's SDN button-up.

Not before glancing at the spot on the bar Robert gripped onto, however.]

I am assuming you want to put this fugly shit back on?

[ For Robert it's probably the other way around. Getting drunk on alcohol is easy, but getting drunk on a man? He didn't even really think about it until it happened with Chad. Now he feels like he's on a constant rollercoaster ride of varying feelings. Moments like that kiss make it all so worth it though. Bit by bit, he's probably also going to figure out just how lonely he's been for most of his life, and how incredibly this former nemesis of his is changing that. ]

Okay.

[ That's good enough for him, and he nods.

But when the shirt comes back into the picture, he pauses and thinks about it, before shaking his head. He thinks about commenting how he has nothing to do with that particular fashion choice too but then decides against it. ]

If we're leaving then it doesn't matter anymore.

[ Because it will eventually be coming off. Even if they don't get their hands all over each other, he's probably not going to sleep in the work shirt. Probably. ]

Oh, but I can take it anyway. Thanks for holding it...

[ He swings that hand of his back away from the bar and up against Flambae's chest again (it's not his fault that that's what's in reach all the time). Just a gentle little "I'm ready to go" sort of touch. ]

[Flambae, who has either been standing or mostly leaning against Robert for support at this point, properly gets up to leave. He gives Robert a tender look when his chest is touched, something rare, fleeting, and openly affectionate.

Instead of giving the shirt back to Robert, Flambae drapes it affectionately over his shoulders.]

I know I am warm, but the air will be chilly.

[He says, too stupid to realize that if that shirt isn't buttoned, it will absolutely fly away in the wind.]

You don't like people looking at you.

[He ruminates for a second.]

Neither do I, I think.

Wow, what the fuck?

[Flambae is the jealous type- Although in his mind, that much seems obvious.

The hot-tempered hero offers Robert a hand.]

Let's get the fuck out of here, c'mon.

[ He'll have to seal that look into his memory forever, in case he doesn't see it again anytime soon.

As for the shirt, maybe he'll just casually slide his arms into the sleeves before take-off just so it doesn't fly away in the wind. The gesture is sweet though. ]

Alright, thank you.

[ Robert gives Flambae a smile of his own. And some people may be a little cautious to hear that their partner is the jealous type, but not this guy apparently. He hears that and feels a little shiver in his spine, just the thought of being coveted, of being wholly possessed by someone...

Yeah, maybe Mecha Man has some mecha issues, but he doesn't really care. ]

I guess the bar scene maybe isn't the best match for us as far as romantic dates go then.

[ He sounds amused, but it simmers into a soft smile as he puts his hand in Flambae's and gives a nod of his head. Let's get the fuck out of here indeed. ]

Ready when you are.

[Let’s not be so sure about that, Robert.

Every warm tingle and timid, goofy expression that he's let his guard down to show all night can't be attributed to intoxication. Biologically, it simply wouldn't make sense. Flambae, in a way that's probably somewhat foolhardy, figures that Robert is eager to get out of here and cash in on some of that much-needed physical intimacy he's so dutifully deprived himself of, and while Chad isn't opposed to that in the least, he sees it all as an extremely enjoyable means to an end.

Maybe when they're lying next to each other, he'll be able to ask a few pointed questions so he can snoop around and be nosy. Robert's tipsy and if he's particularly convincing tonight, he might get any sort of wish to be plowed granted. If that ends up happening, the tired and or thoroughly exhausted state of his body and mind may lend to him letting a little more slip than he usually would.]

A bar is fooooor-

[Flambae whistles, taking Robert's hand in the three-fingered one absent-mindedly as they navigate the glitter-obsessed crowd.

For the most part, the fiery hero's dexterity remains pretty keen. He's largely learned to get used to things as they are, although he's only got one pinky to pinky promise his niece with when she requests such a thing.]

Potentially hitting it off with somebody, fucking like crazy, and then never hearing from him again.

[Which begs the question- If they had met in a place like this, would Robert have come home and slept with him? Flambae hates the way it makes him feel, the idea.

No matter how far he's come, he's so frightfully insecure. Just based on Robert's early criticisms of his appearance alone, he'd get clocked as some flamboyant loser-y douchebag, and vice versa, Flambae would have hardly taken notice of anyone who looked so plain.]

Okay! Its go time, baby.

[That's as much of a warning as Robert gets once they step outside. Flambae hoists the slender man up into his arms with ease, then blasting off and flying high until they finally reach the Z-team member's apartment.

Gently, he gets closer to the round to let Robert step off and in front of the door so Flambae can fumble around for his keys.]

Speaking of romance, you're not really a "long walks on the beach" kind of guy, are you?

Edited 2026-04-28 02:34 (UTC)

[ If only Robert was slightly more sober, he could appreciate those looks even more. At least he's not completely drunk off his ass that he doesn't even notice them though.

Of course he's pretty eager to get some skin on skin contact and at least a hundred more kisses, but it's not as though that's the only thing that'd make him happy, alcohol in his system or not. He's just going to be really glad to be away from the loud crowds and the prying eyes and in a place where he can be selfish and watch Flambae be selfish about him in return. They could sit down on the floor and stare at the ceiling together and he'd still feel kind of ... giddy? ]

It was cool to support Prism outside of work though.

[ But now that she's getting busy? Yeah, it's go time.

Despite how it's a little bit of a wound to his pride to be scooped up so easily, he minds it less and less when it's Flambae doing it. So he just hangs on and probably stares all glazed-eyes at the villain-turned-hero along the way.

When they land, he coughs a little and straightens himself out, makes sure he hasn't lost his work shirt somewhere along the way. Flambae's question just gets him to pause. ]

Oh. Uhh, I guess not? Haven't really thought about it.

[ Outside of seeing it in a movie, maybe it hasn't crossed his mind. He does think, though, maybe he would enjoy anything (almost) if he gets to do it with Chad. ]

Romance isn't about thinking, Robert! It's about feeling.

[Flambae mumbles, slipping his key into the lock as quickly as he can so that he can turn the doorknob and usher his silly little boyfriend in.]

All the thinking, the yearning, the shitty ruminating... It's because of the rush.

[As soon as the door slams shut behind them, he pushes Robert onto an orange couch. Was there an orange couch in this tiny apartment before? Absolutely not, we are re-writing the narrative here.

Flambae plops down on it beside the dispatcher, then tenderly cupping Robert's cheek as he leans in to get intimidatingly close to that freckled face. If he can smell liquor on the other man's breath, it doesn't seem to bother him in the slightest.]

There has to be something you can remember that's made your heart race.

It's different for everybody, but there's still hot blood in you, I know.

[this is weird accented and round about foreign man way of saying "ur not asexual or aromantic tho lmao"]

You really haven't had something... Pop up in your head, unexpectedly?

Ever?

Edited 2026-04-29 02:38 (UTC)

[ Robert's mouth is open like he wants to respond to that, but he doesn't really know how. It probably is more about feeling, right? Even the movies have that part covered. So he just closes it again, letting his silly extra large boyfriend shuffle him inside the door.

Honestly he was too busy making out with Flambae to notice the orange couch before.

Robert's eyes flutter a couple of times in dreamy blinks. He's got to recalibrate from his tipsy ass being plopped onto the couch together with the very soft way that Flambae is holding his cheek. ]

I...don't know how to answer that.

[ Well sure he remembers things that made his heart race. Honing in on a villain, cracking into a particularly hard code. Facing off with Flambae the Villain while a building burned down around them...

But that is not romance. At the very least, not with other rando bad guys. Maybe he just likes the idea of being challenged.

He also remembers that first dinner here in this very apartment, where they could barely make it through before some idiot dumb dumb comment that Flambae made absolutely snapped something in Robert and he could not longer hold back from kissing him like he'd die otherwise. These aren't really romantic settings though, these are all just his reactions to the man beside him. ]

You. You do... How can I think of something I'd like to do when it's you that makes me feel like I'm the one on fire? [ What else can he say!? He's not at his most eloquent right now either. ] Especially when you try to challenge me in that... in that specific tone you use— fuck.

[ Is this when he realizes for sure that he's down real bad ........... ]

Or when you just ... I don't know, took my hand like five minutes ago.

[ He didn't make a show of it, it wasn't some weird obligation or anything like that. It was just soft and quiet. Truthful. It made Robert feel needed and seen in a way he just never has been in any part of his life, and that's what's romantic to him. The sincerity of it all.

He just has no idea how to word that. ]

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