[that last bit gets him to laugh, something older and less manic...]
I know. You don't show anybody, you already said.
[whatever that means in relation to the last part... may not get explained, because this Robin is shifting away. he still has tired eyes. they're red now, not from crying--just in color. his hair is only dark at the tips, now. his pale smile is a small one, and he uses his free limb to pat numbly at the front of his own shirt.]
There's a... [pat, pat... pat...] ...hang on...
[and then he remembers, how silly of him--and he reaches down into his shirt to pull out a small slip of paper. nothing fancy, and not much bigger than a business card, but it is impossibly dry for how soggy Robin seems to be. he holds it up for Caesar, face-down.]
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I know. You don't show anybody, you already said.
[whatever that means in relation to the last part... may not get explained, because this Robin is shifting away. he still has tired eyes. they're red now, not from crying--just in color. his hair is only dark at the tips, now. his pale smile is a small one, and he uses his free limb to pat numbly at the front of his own shirt.]
There's a... [pat, pat... pat...] ...hang on...
[and then he remembers, how silly of him--and he reaches down into his shirt to pull out a small slip of paper. nothing fancy, and not much bigger than a business card, but it is impossibly dry for how soggy Robin seems to be. he holds it up for Caesar, face-down.]
Here. Read this.