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[pecked_by_birds]

The past month- Months?- Had been strange. One night he'd found himself compelled to go out, as though something was calling to him. A silent siren song that had coaxed him into his car  and out into the country.

Where had he gone? What had he done?

Those were the questions he had to ask himself when he woke up in the middle of Hyde park in a rumpled suit and a brand new body. ...Possibly brand new. Certainly new to him in that moment, since he couldn't recall much of anything from the past few weeks. His head was pounding, and he was in agony. 

A large bird sat upon him. A hawk, he thought absently- Or maybe not. He couldn't seem to focus on it. Not when his gaze was so strongly drawn to all the blood. ...His blood.

"No," he said softly, trying to chase it away with a weak wave of his hand. "I'm free, you can't- He can't," he insisted, right before the world went dark. ...Not that it mattered. It would heal, he would heal. He always did. How else could the punishment continue?

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[goodfellow]

Robin wasn't entirely sure what to say to that. He already felt as if he revealed too much about himself to Prometheus. Felt too much.

So... he kind of ignored the comment, and answered his original question to himself.

"Most often," he said, "when I think of you, it is as you were when we were in New York, all those years ago."

[pecked_by_birds]

"You favoured that face, that mind. ...I fear you'll never see it again, Robin," the titan said softly.

[goodfellow]

"I don't expect to," Robin said, frowning. He put both hands on either side of Prometheus' face. "Are you trying to talk me out of caring about you? Because you know how hard it is for me to get here in the first place."

[pecked_by_birds]

"No, dove. Though that might be kinder of me," the titan said softly.

[goodfellow]

This was... not untrue. Though Robin certainly didn't want to acknowledge it.

"I like you right now," he said. "I like this face, I like this mind. Is that enough for right now?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"I don't know, is it, pet?" Prometheus asked softly, touching the puck almost gingerly. "Is it enough for you?"

[goodfellow]

"It is for this moment," Robin said. "You're awfully self deprecating this time around, you know..."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Am I? I don't think so," the titan replied. "I wasn't belittling myself Robin, it's just my looks aren't as important to me as they are to you."

[goodfellow]

Robin had been talking more about his mind than his face, though he didn't argue.

"It's still you," he said. "That's all I care about. Okay? Maybe it's stupid of me. Maybe I'm a masochist. But that's how it is."

[pecked_by_birds]

The titan nodded, stroking the puck's jaw.

"I'm very tired. Do I look tired, Robin?" he asked.

[goodfellow]

"You do," Robin conceded. Because, well, he did.

And then, softly, disappointed, he sighed. "You should sleep, Prometheus. You've been through a lot."

[pecked_by_birds]

"Will you lay with me, puck? Will you make certain I don't fade away again?" the titan asked quietly.

[goodfellow]

"Of course," said Robin, and wondered if he should stay awake and watch him sleep.

It was rare that he had any desire to take someone to bed without the expectation of sex.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus' touch lingered, but eventually he nudged the puck off his lap so he could find his feet.