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Saturnalia GP!

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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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."

"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.

"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.

"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.

"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.

Robin kicked the door closed and leaned into him.

"How long until the food gets here?"

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

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

"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.

"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."

"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."

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."

"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.

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.

"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?"

"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.

"Then that's what we'll have," Prometheus replied, plucking the bottle off the shelf.

Turning to face Rob, he offered a smile. "Come on, pet, no overthinking tonight, alright? We don't have to talk about this anymore if you want to stop. How about sharing some gossip instead, hmm? You always seem to know the most interesting things about people."

"Gossip..." Robin considered this for a moment. Something that might actually amuse Prometheus.

"Well I recently caught a wizard and two secrets agents breaking into the club."

"Such a popular puck," the titan teased with a grin, grabbing two glasses before uncorking the wine.

Robin shrugged, though no denying he looked a little amused and pleased with himself. "I have all kinds of friends," he said. "Though only a certain subset of them enjoy breaking and entering."

"So long as the people breaking in aren't too dangerous," Prometheus said, pouring them each a glass. Robin could take care of himself, yes, but that didn't mean the titan wanted to see him in trouble.

"I think they're all very dangerous," Robin said. "Just not to me specifically. Good people to have on my side, probably. But the point is well taken. I haven't survived this long by being careless with who I trust."

"No, I suppose not," Prometheus agreed, frowning thoughtfully, then taking one of the glasses and sipping thoughtfully.

"I just- Worry."

"You worry about me?" Robin said, sounding almost surprised. Not that Prometheus would care, but that he would actively worry. Robin hardly even worried about himself anymore.

"I worry about everyone," the titan replied. "But yes, on a more focused level, I worry about you, specifically."

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