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“Rough day?” Out of all the words Robert could have said, that was all he could rasp out, feeling the cool rain drip over his face and the crevices of the Mecha Man armor.
“Yeah, you could say that.” You took a step forward, your eyes taking note of him. His injuries were more of the internal kind, blooming bruises under armor and fabric that Robert could feel when he moved. Robert opened his mouth to respond, but you raised a hand.
“No, I don’t want to talk about it. You don’t send the equivalent of ‘you up?’ text to get mushy with your ex.” He was making a bad decision, Robert knew amid the low haze of liquor in his veins. The two of you had ended the relationship amicably, mutually. “Not enough time for each other when we’re saving the world.” You had said, even though both of you had made time in the past. “I need this, I need Mecha Man.” Robert had said to you later, after his father had died. You understood his drifting away, fading away yourself as your own villains and demons called your name.
[risky texts lead to even riskier one-night stands. but you're both suckers for each other, even when it hurts.]