With the smorgasbord of topics Rich offers up, it’s so much easier to keep his train of thought chugging along. The mess with Vance, the squid advice, it fades into the background.
“I know. I know how much it hurts, but it gets better. It gets easier to keep breathing,” Robbie says softly, giving Rich a good squeeze. It’s more of an estimation, but Robbie thinks that working with bad facts and being ground down into dirt by everyone else in the world can, in hindsight, look and feel as if he hadn’t had any free will. With informed volition, he might as well have been a squid puppet.
“I’m still glad, all right? I’m happy enough for both of us – I get to have a friend back, permanently. We're going to give you the Mount Wundagore penthouse, you wait and see.” He can feel his mood swinging wildly upwards with the idea that he has something so powerful to give: a room, a home. For his friend who is finally coming back. “And you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to – you don’t have to now, either, screw anyone who says different.”
Having blinked away the tears and replaced them with a fiery willingness to beat up anyone who dares force Rich's compliance, Robbie pulls out of the hug to look Rich in the eyes. “I don’t think you’re crazy, and I think you should try and work through it, but the only thing you have to do is what you want. I want you to be happy and well and know that I was always proud to be your friend. Nothing you decide'll change that. I’ll support any path you want to take.”
He means it with the ferver of a zealot, too. If Rich told him it was helping, there’s nothing Robbie would try to talk him out of.
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“I know. I know how much it hurts, but it gets better. It gets easier to keep breathing,” Robbie says softly, giving Rich a good squeeze. It’s more of an estimation, but Robbie thinks that working with bad facts and being ground down into dirt by everyone else in the world can, in hindsight, look and feel as if he hadn’t had any free will. With informed volition, he might as well have been a squid puppet.
“I’m still glad, all right? I’m happy enough for both of us – I get to have a friend back, permanently. We're going to give you the Mount Wundagore penthouse, you wait and see.” He can feel his mood swinging wildly upwards with the idea that he has something so powerful to give: a room, a home. For his friend who is finally coming back. “And you won’t have to do anything you don’t want to – you don’t have to now, either, screw anyone who says different.”
Having blinked away the tears and replaced them with a fiery willingness to beat up anyone who dares force Rich's compliance, Robbie pulls out of the hug to look Rich in the eyes. “I don’t think you’re crazy, and I think you should try and work through it, but the only thing you have to do is what you want. I want you to be happy and well and know that I was always proud to be your friend. Nothing you decide'll change that. I’ll support any path you want to take.”
He means it with the ferver of a zealot, too. If Rich told him it was helping, there’s nothing Robbie would try to talk him out of.