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Who| Robbie and any injured Legionnaires.
What| Visiting hours.
Where| Medbay
When| After Cancerverse.
Warnings/Notes| None.

Visiting teammates in medbay is far mandatory, but it’s just what you do, even if they’ll probably be out by dinner. Then again, Robbie’s technically been a medbay inmate himself for more than a day.

He’s allowed – encouraged – to move around at this point. He had several dips in the goo tanks and robotic surgery to repair the puncture wounds, but broken ribs are still broken ribs 1000 years later. They can accelerate the bones knitting back together, but it’s just pain management and keeping mobile enough to prevent things healing too tight and help his lungs stay clear.

Despite this, he still had to enlist one of the nurses to get him gag gifts for the other Legionnaires getting treated. Because flowers are great, but laughter is the best medicine.

Robbie approaches the bed quietly with only a wave and waits to see if his teammate even wants company at the moment.

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Honestly, that's one of the things that Vance has been thinking about a lot. After all, Valeria had pointed out at the time that they'd been trying to make Vance and Robbie look like they were dating. Except that it didn't actually look all that odd. It was pretty much how things had happened.

"You can freak out. That's allowed, I think. Things are a bit different now." He doesn't take his hand from Robbie's of course. "I think that, if you want to, kissing is something that can happen. It's something that I'm comfortable with, I think."

Robbie huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. "I want to freak out over something specific. If I freak out because at some point, maybe, we're going to be on a date and not even know it, that means I'm going to freak out from now until whenever that happens."

He's not fifteen anymore, so he sees no need to act suave about the whole thing. Besides, there is no hiding how non-existent his love life has been from Vance. He's been right there for several years now. He knows that Robbie barely makes the effort to flirt with hot supervillains, and that used to be his favorite hobby. "And... right. Good, glad you're comfortable. Yeah."

... did they just agree to kiss? Wait, he wants to ask, when is that going to happen? It's suddenly more important than when the date is, and Robbie can feel the heat creep up into his cheeks. Someone save him from today.

"With luck, this will be the only 'ambush date'. Anything after this would be planned between the two of us." Really, this one should probably be better planned than it is, but Vance has a habit of letting his mouth run away with him around Robbie.

Glad you're comfortable. Which possibly means that Robbie isn't. Vance tugs his hand lightly, just enough to get his attention. "Next kiss is yours to initiate. With the same rules as the rest of it. If you're never okay with it, then that's also all right."

“All right?” Robbie says with a soft laughing tone. He isn’t sure how to unpack his feelings enough to really respond. No, it’s not all right to never kiss the person you’re dating, not to Robbie’s inner teenaged self, who represents the totality of his dating experience.

That Robbie would’ve thought that kissing was great but the idea of kissing Vance was weird. The Robbie of six months ago would have said he was not part of that dance anymore. Male or female had ceased to be relevant. The calculations of dating and fondness don’t allow for people like him.

But this Robbie is half a year removed from regular external reminders of his failings. He has slacked on punishing himself and finds that he can no longer use his sins as a reason to never kiss someone.

Now, when he tries to think of a reason that will tell him what to do, there’s only the warmth engulfing his hand and cooling on his cheek, quite separate from the heat of the blush. Robbie thinks he knows what he would like to do.

“No, it’s not all right,” he said carefully. He doesn’t want to put Vance on edge, but Robbie feels like he has to telegraph a warning of what he’s about to try. Because it is trying, it’s an experiment with two subjects who are too involved to be clinical. “I won’t get you stuck in a monkmance if I decide I don’t like the physical side.”

With an impetuous speed that would’ve made teenaged Robbie proud, he stepped forward, straight into a kiss, before he could tell himself how much he didn’t deserve it. It’s a near miss, because he’s already telling himself what a bad idea it when his lips crash into Vance’s. It wouldn't be any easier with weeks and a date under his belt; the pressure to not disappoint would only get worse.

So he kisses the boy and doesn't intend to stop until they both figure out if they like it.

The last day or so has been full of surprises for Vance. Most of them, not actually very nice surprises.

This one is, though. It pulls a startled 'Mmph!' from him as Robbie kisses him, with a lot more enthusiasm -- or something -- than experience. Enough that Vance reaches up with his free hand, settling it against Robbie's face to keep him close while Vance himself turns his head slightly. Not pulling away at all, but simply angling his head so that their mouths fit together better, enough to gentle the kiss itself without breaking it. Making it easier on them both, even if his head pounds a little more with the movement.

Tightening his hand on Robbie's, though, he figures that's a small price to pay, really.

The kiss feels awkward, at first, and Robbie is dimly aware that it’s his fault. He’s acting on determination, trying to prove something to… to someone. Maybe himself. That this shouldn’t be terrifying, he shouldn’t be so tense that he feels like he’s shaking.

Then, Vance’s hand cups Robbie’s cheek, and everything seems to change while he’s caught up in how much that ramps up the intimacy. The kiss doesn’t feel as forced, and Rob leans into it, reaching his free hand for Vance. It settles tentatively on his waist, despite a growing desire to tug him closer and go for a deeper kiss.

It would, he realizes, be clumsy and high school-ish. Like shining a light on how long it’s really been since Robbie’s kissed anyone at all. The thought of being found out as boasting, even years removed from his inflated claims, sours him on immediate further kissing.

Robbie breaks away and inches back, leaving Vance’s hand on his cheek and his own hand curled into a loose fist against Vance’s side. He wants to ask if that was okay, but can’t stomach a no.

“That was all right,” he hears himself say without confidence. It wasn’t quite – he feels stripped and vulnerable, and he doesn’t know where to look. “I – sorry. 'All right' got stuck in my head. I liked it.”

He shuts up before he can continue to make everything worse and continues staring through the corner of Vance’s mouth, awaiting judgment and berating himself for how hopeful that last sentence had sounded to his ears.

Edited 2017-12-08 15:51 (UTC)

There is a little laughter, but just at Robbie repeating what Vance had said earlier. His own smile is happy, not mocking, as he holds his hand in place on Robbie's cheek. "I liked it, too," he says softly. "I liked it a lot." Especially once Robbie had touched him back. Different place, same intent. A reason to get closer.

"God." Robbie audibly sucks in a breath. He would almost prefer being really laughed at than this honest happiness that he - he has somehow managed to provoke in Vance. He wants to trap Vance under a Bell jar and keep that smile perfect forever and not fuck it up, because he’s going to fuck it up and he'll never get that little surge of triumphant glee when Vance can’t help but laugh at his dumb jokes. That always makes Robbie’s week.

It occurs to him that Vance isn’t the only one who got mixed up and overstepped the limits of friendship. He wants to flee. He wants to stay stock still and never rock this boat.

“Good,” he says when he finds his voice again. Vance hasn’t stopped touching him. Robbie tries to inject some normalcy, get back a little control. So obviously it's bad jokes. “I mean, who wouldn’t? Eat your heart out, Ryan Reynolds.”

That prompts a harder laugh, which ends in a bit of a groan. Vance has to let go of Robbie's cheek, putting his hand up to the side of his head. "I probably shouldn't laugh at the thought of you as Deadpool until after they've dealt with my head."

And yet, there's still a grin on his face. Even through the pain. "How about we go check in with the doctors, see what they want to do, then go back to...someone's room. Or the Crash Pad. Wherever's good." And could keep him awake.

He immediately understands the groan. There are groans that say 'ugh you're an idiot' and groans that say 'Ow'. This is definitely the latter. Robbie's hands both move, and he steps into position next to Vance with one arm loosely around him, ready to catch him if something goes too wobbly.

Vance doesn't pass out though, good sign. "I would be the best Deadpool. The friendly, neighborhood Deadpool. I do all my own special effects."

Not dropping the arm around Vance's shoulder, Robbie nods at the suggestion. "Wherever you're the most comfortable. I can sleep anywhere."

Anywhere Vance is, that is. Besides, someone has to keep an eye on him. "Let's go find the break room. I bet they're mainlining coffee."

"It's so weird when you do that voice out of uniform." It came with his powers and it's a comforting sound, at least to Vance. Others might think it was weird, but not him.

He slings his arm around Robbie, just for some extra steadiness before they head out of the 'room'. Which is mostly a few privacy curtains, really. "My room's good. And a little closer, I think."

“Come on, we’re busting out of here.” Yeah, Vance needs to be supported. Robbie doesn't balk at the weight, but his ribs aren’t very happy.

“I think I like being weird,” he says musingly, as he starts steering them towards the likeliest doctor hideaway. “I like keeping you on your toes. Always have. At the moment, though, I think flat-footed is the goal with the doctors. If you’re not in danger of dying, I’m not taking no for an answer. You just need to take it easy at home."

He's doing his best not to put too much weight on Robbie. Just because he has a concussion doesn't mean he doesn't remember the mess at the mining colony, after all. It makes things a little slower, but at least Robbie can keep him steady. Which is the most important thing.

"I think they just wanted to keep me for observation. And painkillers. Both of which you can handle." Especially as the painkillers are oral. Makes it a lot easier.

"They give good painkillers, too," Robbie says conversationally. He'd tried to decline them, actually, but the look he'd gotten in response had him take the pills docilely. He wasn't fond of how well they worked on him - what if he did something stupid and it didn't hurt?

But he can keep Vance from doing something stupid. "And I could use the practice observing you, if we're doing this. I think I'm supposed to stare wistfully when you're not looking."

Robbie marches them up to the first nurse he sees, shifting his hold on Vance so it looks far more intimate, with his hand resting on Vance's hip. He's hoping to use the gossipy nature of the staff against them. "We were told to ask for 24 hours worth of our medications. We're being released on the condition we come back tomorrow for a check-up and take it easy. I promise no gymnastics."

And then he winked at the nurse.

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