[She doesn't feel great about walking, feeling a bit off balance as she forces herself to her feet and follows her nose into the kitchen to see what's going on. She rubs a hand over her face sleepily, hoping there's some caffeine in the vicinity.
He cooks. She's not sure why she hadn't expected that, she knows enough to know he's on his own a lot. She just figured he did a lot of fast food like most teen boys.
She leans against the wall for support, trying to get her eyes to focus on him at the stove.]
[You can't do fast food all the time, right? It gets a bit old and expensive. There is also the fact that Steve's favorite meal of the day is breakfast.
That could be due to his grandmother. He used to love her cooking.
He turns quickly when he hears Robin’s soft and still rather weak voice.]
[Usually 8 - 12 hours staves off the exhaustion part of things from a big healing. Because it's light out in a way that suggests it's later than early morning at least. She closes her left eye because she's seeing double, but when she does, that goes away at least. Just one of him now. Normal.]
[That's...different. But then healing one of her parents had never gone beyond a single broken bone at a time, and she'd never had to heal one of them on no sleep.
Still. His face was healed, and she knew the rest of him was, too, and that --
[She's not surprised. She can see the concern that's still lingering on his face even if she can't actually feel it right now. She sits when he gets her a chair, offering him a tiny smile and thanks.]
It's...just a thing I can do? Since I was a kid. Heal people. It's just kinda -- draining? Sometimes?
I don't -- know enough about that to have an answer. Maybe? [She takes another drink of her juice, closing both of her eyes for a moment because her head is pounding.]
[She presses her lips together at that, expression troubled. She has about a million and one questions about Eleven, this new information, the monsters, all of it, but it's hard to focus for long on any one thing.]
[Because Steve doesn't honestly know how to feel about any of this. He's going to focus on breakfast again. Thankfully nothing burned during this conversation.
[Thank God for bacon! She exhales as he heads to the stove again, and it gives her a few minutes to breathe and try to pull her thoughts together.]
No, I know you have questions. I mean, I think we both have a lot of questions. But my head is sorta pounding. [She exhales.] Also I -- need to use the bathroom and I don't know where it is.
[She unfurls from her position and heads down the hall, making a face at her reflection in the mirror. She looks...disgusting. She feels disgusting. She does her business, then washes her hands, then splashes cold water on her face a few times. It doesn't help her headache in the least, but it makes her feel a little more alert. She wonders if she should call her parents. They were probably wondering where she was, but they'd always seemed so disappointed by the fact that most nights she was home and in bed before 10. Disappointed that she wasn't doing more, didn't have friends, didn't have activities outside of her nerd stuff -- band and drama and soccer. Well. Maybe this would give them perspective? If they even noticed. It was a toss up.
After a few more moments, and after combing out her hair with her fingers and making another face at herself, she headed back toward the kitchen, letting her hand rest on the back of the chair he'd given her earlier as she stood silent, watching him.]
I guess -- I need to know if you're mad at me? And I probably should get out of your hair.
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He cooks. She's not sure why she hadn't expected that, she knows enough to know he's on his own a lot. She just figured he did a lot of fast food like most teen boys.
She leans against the wall for support, trying to get her eyes to focus on him at the stove.]
Hey.
Yeesssss
That could be due to his grandmother. He used to love her cooking.
He turns quickly when he hears Robin’s soft and still rather weak voice.]
Holy shit you're finally awake!
*sobs*
[Usually 8 - 12 hours staves off the exhaustion part of things from a big healing. Because it's light out in a way that suggests it's later than early morning at least. She closes her left eye because she's seeing double, but when she does, that goes away at least. Just one of him now. Normal.]
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[Steve isn't trying to come off as aggressive or annoyed. He's genuinely concerned and he has a million and one questions. ]
Well past 12 hours....
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[That's...different. But then healing one of her parents had never gone beyond a single broken bone at a time, and she'd never had to heal one of them on no sleep.
Still. His face was healed, and she knew the rest of him was, too, and that --
That was worth it.]
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[Steve gets straight to it as he moves to fetch a chair for Robin to sit down. He doesn't want her passing out on him or worse.
He the fetches her some orange juice. ]
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It's...just a thing I can do? Since I was a kid. Heal people. It's just kinda -- draining? Sometimes?
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[It was absolutely terrifying and Steve felt beyond hopeless. That's such a shitty feeling, a weak one. ]
Just something you can randomly do? Seriously?
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I'm sorry. I didn't know that was going to happen. I didn't -- know how bad you were hurt until I was already healing you and then it was just --
[Robin waves a hand between them.]
I didn't mean to freak you out. I just wanted to help.
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[Steve waves his hands about before they settle along his hips. ]
Heal people? Just like that.
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I mean, I don't exactly know if it was something I was born with or if it was courtesy of -- um, well. Being tested on? But.
[She shrugs, not looking at him this time.]
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[Steve can't help but drag his hands down his face. ]
Tested on?!
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[Her voice is hushed.]
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It can be dangerous if the wrong people knew. ]
Like with what happened with Eleven?
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Is that what happened to her?
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[Jesus Christ.
This is all so goddamn insane.]
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She's young.
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I guess I'd just hoped -- [She shrugged. That the whole thing had fallen to pieces a long time ago. That there weren't others.]
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[Because Steve doesn't honestly know how to feel about any of this. He's going to focus on breakfast again. Thankfully nothing burned during this conversation.
BACON IS SAFE!]
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No, I know you have questions. I mean, I think we both have a lot of questions. But my head is sorta pounding. [She exhales.] Also I -- need to use the bathroom and I don't know where it is.
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[Steve isn't sure if he should actually ask more questions or not. ]
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[She unfurls from her position and heads down the hall, making a face at her reflection in the mirror. She looks...disgusting. She feels disgusting. She does her business, then washes her hands, then splashes cold water on her face a few times. It doesn't help her headache in the least, but it makes her feel a little more alert. She wonders if she should call her parents. They were probably wondering where she was, but they'd always seemed so disappointed by the fact that most nights she was home and in bed before 10. Disappointed that she wasn't doing more, didn't have friends, didn't have activities outside of her nerd stuff -- band and drama and soccer. Well. Maybe this would give them perspective? If they even noticed. It was a toss up.
After a few more moments, and after combing out her hair with her fingers and making another face at herself, she headed back toward the kitchen, letting her hand rest on the back of the chair he'd given her earlier as she stood silent, watching him.]
I guess -- I need to know if you're mad at me? And I probably should get out of your hair.
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Look, he enjoys breakfast. Who doesn't? Seriously? ]
...Mad?
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[With the passing out for over 12 hours thing. Although she's guessing it's a no because he's made a ton of food and set two places at the table.]
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