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1. for your love, my soul, it withers by KentuckyTheFried

   Fandoms: Dispatch (Video Game)  

   • Mature
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   16 Feb 2026

   Tags

   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • Flambae | Chad/Robert Robertson | Mecha Man
   • Flambae | Chad (Dispatch)
   • Robert Robertson | Mecha Man
   • Robert Robertson | Mecha Man Needs a Hug
   • Robert Robertson | Mecha Man Has Chronic Pain
   • Bad Parent Robert "Robbie" Robertson | Astral Mecha Man
   • Soft Flambae | Chad (Dispatch)
   • Emotional Hurt/Comfort
   • Self-Worth Issues
   • Hero Complex
   • Banter
   • Not Beta Read
   • Post-Canon
   • Good Dog Beef the Dog (Dispatch)
   • Robert Robertson | Mecha Man Has Self-Esteem Issues
   • Robert Robertson | Mecha Man Needs Therapy
   • heavy "I should've died but I didn't and it's messing me up"
   • Heavy Drinking
   • Drinking to Cope

   Summary

   “Please don’t burn down my balcony,” Robert mutters. “It’s the only reason I rented this place.”

   “So you could drink away your sorrows and topple over the railing like a sad frat boy at his first party?” Flambae retorts. “If you really wanted that experience, I could’ve dragged your sorry ass to the clubs. Or thrown you over myself.”

   ~

   Robert has a bad night and intends to drink his thoughts and feelings away. Unlucky (or lucky) for him, Flambae stops by to check in on him.

   [Title taken from "Weapon" by The Boxer Rebellion!]

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