Calibrations Spill-Over Post

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[birdsbirdsbirds]

[fuck.

he really misses him.

his own face lights up in a friendly grin, completely genuine, even though his skipping-stone of guilt is now sinking hard and fast towards the bottom of the metaphorical "you're a shitty person" ocean. his hand's up and waving before he can give it a second thought.]

Hey, Nel! You doing good?

[catamite]

[he probably knew Robin was there somewhere, but seeing him, and hearing that he's welcomed, gets him beaming even more brightly. he'd been headed for a spot along the bar a few feet away, but veers in Robin's direction instead.

he squeezes in and bounces up against the bar, landing to lean his forearms on the edge instead of bothering with sitting down. he's full of too much livewire energy for that.]

Hey! I haven't seen you around here in a while.

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Yeah. [it's easy to find words, suddenly, easy to lean in closer (to be heard over the noise maybe sorta not really) when he'd been dragging his feet about it before.] I really missed it, though. Outside's so boring.

[stupid. he misses being stupid.] Shit, I want to come back more often.

[catamite]

You do?

[whether or not he remembers why, he's surprised. delighted.]

...Really?

[birdsbirdsbirds]

Really. I mean it.

[he thinks about it a lot, when things get quiet. it still eats him up because he's--well, it's a long list of self-deprecating adjectives. he holds out his hand towards Nel, into the little space between them, smiling in a way that's halfway sly and halfway apologetic.]

You still got it in you for another dance?