Saturnalia GP!

[goodfellow]

It was a good night at Saturnalia.

There was some b-list American rapper-slash-DJ who had shown up earlier in the day, and Robin was happy to throw someone on stage. It had gone over well right away, so he'd let him stay on. And now it was well into the evening and things were, as Robin understood the current vernacular to be, turnt.

In fact, at some point he'd thrown open all the windows so that the music blasted onto the street, and instructed the bouncers to let in whoever wanted in. He'd also instructed the bartenders to serve all the beer half price. The resulting crowd and frenzy was really something else.

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[goodfellow]

"Usually," Robin said cheerfully, and settled back in the seat, though slid his hand onto Prometheus thigh, and up.

[pecked_by_birds]

Glancing over, Prometheus smirked faintly, tapping at his phone one last time before slipping it into his pocket and offering the puck his attention instead.

"I was ordering us some dinner. I hope you don't mind," he purred, leaning over and kissing Rob's cheek- Then his jaw, and his lips...

[goodfellow]

"Not at all," Robin assured him, and then caught his lips in a real kiss. He didn't really care what the driver thought. She drove for Uber; she'd seen worse.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus returned the kiss without hesitation, deepening it slightly before slowly drawing away. Humming contently, he turned slightly in his seat to face Robin.

"It's nice to be with you and not have my mind tearing itself apart," he said softly. "It's hard to explain, but- I feel like I'm really here."

[goodfellow]

Robin hoped the Uber driver didn't think she was about to be murdered.

"You're different this time," he agreed.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Good," Prometheus said softly. "I want this time to be different, Robin."

[goodfellow]

Robin believed he wanted it to. Though he didn't quite believe it would. He didn't quite believe that he wasn't doing something that he was going to end up regretting.

The driver pulled up in front of Robin's building, and he pulled himself away from Prometheus and got out, waving politely at the driver before swiping on the app to give her five stars.

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus offered the driver a polite goodnight, before slipping out the car and onto the street beside the puck.

"I suppose if I'm to live with you, I'll need to move some things in. Will you mind?" he asked, even though it had been Robin's idea in the first place- As though he was worried the puck might change his mind.

[goodfellow]

"Most likely not," Robin said. "Art is welcome. Though any furniture I find hideous would have to be negotiated."

They walked in and Robin stopped in front of the typical night security guard. "Max, Prometheus. Prometheus, Max. He'll be coming in and out."

[pecked_by_birds]

Prometheus offered Max a charming smile, then followed Rob to the lift.

"I don't need much. Clothes, some of my books. My sketch books... The rest can stay at my flat."

[goodfellow]

"Well that's easy," Robin said, though couldn't help but feel a little relieved. He was starting to realize what a big deal this actually was.

They stepped into the elevator and it started up. Robin put a hand at the small of Prometheus' back.

[pecked_by_birds]

"When you travel as much as I do, you learn to need very little," the titan shrugged, leaning into Robin's touch.

"I ordered chinese, I hope that's alright," he added belatedly, realizing he'd not bothered to ask the puck what he wanted. He'd just been hungry, and so had ordered food. That was how he was now, apparently.

[goodfellow]

"Sure," Robin said. He wasn't actually that hungry anyway. "What goes with kung pao chicken, red or white?"

The elevator doors opened and he pulled Prometheus out and into his flat.

[pecked_by_birds]

"Mmm a riesling, I think," the titan grinned, letting himself be pulled along then catching Robin around the middle and playfully nipping at the puck's earlobe.

[goodfellow]

Robin kicked the door closed and leaned into him.

"How long until the food gets here?"

[pecked_by_birds]

"Mmm, not long I'm afraid," Prometheus sighed. "We've all night to ourselves once it's here though."

[goodfellow]

"Have you decided what you want to talk about?" Robin asked with a little smirk.

[pecked_by_birds]

"You," the titan said honestly. "How you're doing, how you feel about me being back. I feel a need to be more connected to you- To London. Is that selfish?" he asked, as though he genuinely wasn't certain- A rare feeling for the titan who always seemed sure.

[goodfellow]

"You... know I'm not good at talking about my feelings, Prometheus," Robin said quietly, thinking again of how he and Anael had fought over this. "But no, it's not selfish. I just don't know how much I can offer."

[pecked_by_birds]

"I'm not looking for you to gush, I'm just... I'm trying to find my footing still, and I don't know where I stand with you. You ask me to move in, which is lovely, but- There's always been this wall between us, don't you think? If we're to share a space, a home, I think it might be time to take it down. ...And that goes both ways, I'm willing to be more open with you also, Robin."

[goodfellow]

Robin looked away from him, his head dropping a bit. "I want you with me," he said. "Isn't that enough? It took me a long time to build walls back up after you left New York."

[pecked_by_birds]

"It's a start, but-"

Prometheus trailed off, knowing there was no point in pushing. Instead he just invited himself to go fetch some bubbly to go with their meal.

[goodfellow]

Robin waited a moment, and then walked up behind him.

He put a hand on his waist, from behind.

"I love you," he said softly. "You know that." Just saying the words made his heart race, his chest twist uncomfortably. As if he were about to have a panic attack.

[pecked_by_birds]

"I know, dove, I know," the titan said, covering Rob's hand with his own and squeezing. "I love you too. ...Nothing has to change though, you don't have to be afraid. I'll never ask you to give more than you can. I'll never expect you to change, alright?"

[goodfellow]

"I know," Robin said. "That's not what I'm afraid of." Though he wouldn't deny there was a looming sense of going against his nature, or something.

He stepped back. "That one's good," he said, and pointed to a bottle.