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“ i’ll give you that.”    He conceded with a slight shake of his head.

Of course Guy looks like absolute shit, not that Robin’s looking much better, but he’s not dead in some desert bunker somewhere so Robin can’t really have a go at him. Not yet anyway. Not when he’s looking so sick and like death warmed up.

Well he sort of was death warmed up given how close he must have been to dying when he was found.

If it was anyone else; if he was anyone else he would have done something like offer guy something to eat or a drink at least, call the nurse and the doctor and literally everyone else in the hospital. In hindsight, much later, Robin would realize that that is what everyone did when he came out of his coma after he was stabbed, but he wasn’t everyone else. Everyone knew that he didn’t deal with emotions well, or well negative emotions anyway. Loss and anger and jealousy and he wasn’t really handling the roller coaster that had been his life for the last few days fantastically either.

While he moves closer as Guy tries, and fails, to reach out for him, moving higher up on the bed. Robin doesn’t lie down or anything of the sort,  even with the palm of his hand digging into his eyes and rubbing.  but his free hand does reach for Guy’s before he can talk himself out of it in his head.

“ Pot meet kettle,”      he repeated again,  he wasn’t the only one that needed rest and his rest certainly wasn’t a priority. 

“ Anyway, i’m fine, i’m not the one who nearly bled out.”

He thought he was dying. Really. Probably why he’s still not sure about what in hell he’s supposed to do, to say. He’s alive and he’s not sure he comprehends that. He wonders a moment if loud noises are going to still be the only thing that makes him tick. Or is this near-death experience is going to have lasting consequences? It’s tiring really.

And for a moment he wonders if he should quit. But that’s not quite the right moment to have an existential crisis.

His hand closes around Robin’s, the soldier very conscious of that, but mentally downplaying it. The contact grounds him. Reminds him where he is, with who he is and that he’s not feverish, hallucinating, or in a coma as he slowly dies at the other end of the world.

“ You’re not. ”

It’s real. And his roommate is being a child.

So, petulant, he pulls.

He doesn’t care if robin falls half on him ( which could potentially hurt but he’s a stubborn man and robin’s making him impatient ), he just wants his point to get across. Which is: robin you need sleep, so lie the fuck down. Which can probably be read in his eyes.

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“ You’re at St Barts.”      Robin clarified to the question that the soldier was trying to croak out.  “ The hospital, London.  Nice private room too and you don’t even have me to thank for it, you were in here when i got here.”

It’s a bad attempt and being funny, or lightening the mood but robin is doing his damn hardest to stop himself from fisting his hands in the material at Guy’s shoulders and never let go. Even the weak grip on his wrist is enough to ground him, to remind him that this is real that Guy is here alive. More than alive, AWAKE. which was much better than he was a day a go, and much better than he was a week ago.  Or at least he would assume better than there, he had no idea what state Guy was found in when his troops got to him but it couldn’t have been good.

Guy lies back and closes his eyes and Robin, hovering half over the man, sits carefully on the edge of the bed instead of crouching over.

With a sniff he looks up at Guy when he speaks a raised eyebrow and he crosses his arms over his chest like some kind of indignant child. Offended and yet also amused. 

“ Pot meet kettle.”        He grumbled before shifting slightly, rubbing a hand through his hair.

Yeah he was in need of a decent night’s sleep but after everything that happened that wasn’t happening anytime soon.

“ You scared the crap outta me Guy.   The texts. the phonecall. I thought you were DEAD.”  

 the final word just about leaves his lips without his voice cracking but it’s close. very close and Robin looks down at his fingers as they pick at the hem of his shirt.   “ Until i had a soldier at my door four days ago telling me you were in hospital, you bastard . ”

But it’s not hatred he’s just….it’s his worry coming out in the form of frustration. “ god.” and he doubles over slightly, both hands running over his face.  “ I thought you were dead.”

The private room is normal, though he doesn’t understand why they gave it to him if they allowed Robin to stay. It’s usually to avoid civilians hearing secrets or missions parameters if the wounded talked in their sleep. He won’t complain being alone in a room. He rarely has the patience for a roommate. The one on his bed is one too much and yet one enough.

But Robin’s still a mess. He wonders if he slept at all. And how many days it’s been since the man’s been here. Question he gets an answer for right after he wondered. Four days. Robin’s been here four days? He can’t help the slight twitch at the corner of his lips.

“ So did I. ” He reminds the man.

He’s still alive. He feels like death and everything hurts if he’s not under something, but he’s alive. He can see Robin with both his hands running over his face, he can feel the bed. Yet, he still feels back there. As if part of him stayed or really died. He knows it’s normal and he knows he’ll end up feeling whole again soon, but it makes him pat the space beside him.

“ I’m sorry. ” He pats it again to be sure to get his attention, hand trying to reach the man’s elbow so he will be able to pull him. Slightly too far. His lips form a grimace. “ Now come here. ”

His voice cracks, but it’s uncertain whether it’s because of its dryness or because of some sort of emotion. And emotion there is. He doesn’t know which name to gave it, he doesn’t know its signification, but there’s a lump in his throat that’s not because he’s going to need a glass of water.

“ You need to rest. ”

There’s more he wants to say, but short sentences are already a pain. He can wait.

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Along with the week before the next days that followed were probably the most stressful one of Robin’s life.   Having realized that he had turned up at the hospital with literally nothing but himself he was forced to get Carter to get at least some money for him from his house, and his phone that somehow still just about worked.  And then, much like when he had locked himself away, Robin hadn’t left the hospital.   Quick to bring out his own badge and pull rank whenever anyone suggested to him that he should leave.

What was the point in having any sort of influence if he couldn’t use it when he needed it?

Currently on what was probably his twentieth cup of quite frankly terrible coffee but with enough caffeine in it that it was doing the job well enough he thinks for a split second that it’s his wired brain making shit up when Guy seems to start waking up.

A groan comes from the bed and Robin’s up and off of the chair that he had been sitting in across the room

His hand raggedly dragging through his hair and across his face as he hovers, uselessly, watching to see if anything else was going to happen, he’s already shouted for the nurse, his first instinct as soon as anything happened and he’s shoved aside in favour for the staff to do their jobs.

And he lets them. a sign perhaps of how desperate he knows this is.

It’s a handful of hours later and with yet another coffee, the detective is half asleep against the wall in the uncomfortable plastic chair. Too much caffeine and eventually it stops working. He knows that much

“ Whoa.”    Coffee abandoned, Robin launches himself to his feet with less grace than normally, half asleep limbs, as Guy suddenly tries to sit.    “ Easy soldier,   lie down, Guy.”    He urged with his hands on his shoulders, trying his best to gently push him back into the bed.  God he didn’t even want to think about the damage to his stitches, easy to pull any stitches around your stomach and his mind can’t help but go to the not to scar tissue that ran down his side; pretty old now but not all that dissimilar to what had happened to the man in front of him.   “ You’re alright, you’re safe.  now for gods sake, lie down.”

And he goes down without a fuss, even though the sudden apparition does startle him. One, panic gives a man more strength than it actually has. Two, it’s Robin’s voice. There’s another alarm blaring in his mind, saying that robin sounds like a dead man warmed over, but can, for now, only register the bed touching his back again. Something pulled, but he’s too out of it to know if it’s supposed to be his stitches or just his muscles complaining about the fact he’s been in that bed for so long.

Among the confusion, his hand just grips the wrist of one of robin’s hand that the man used to gently pushed him down. Guy’s eyes are a bit crazed ( there’s still that ‘where the fuck am i’ impression even though he must be safe considering robin’s right fucking there ) but fortunately, his grip is rather weak.

“ W.... ” he coughs around the dryness in his throat and swallows to try and make it more bearable. “ Where? ” did Robin took that damn plane like an idiot? Or was he brought back home? The walls are familiar, but then again, after a while, all facilities, all hospitals look the same.

He has Robin in his hand. He can feel the man between his fingers. Somehow, it does wonder to relax his heartbeat, his stress. He saw him first, of course. But feeling that constant tangible solidity in his hand does wonder to make everything seem more real.

His hand fall back on the bed, mostly because it’s tiring to keep up, eyes closing just a moment before he slowly opens them again. It occurs to him that Robin was listed in his emergency contact. In case of death, he knew his ex would have been contacted also, but in case he survived, Robin was the one to call. Did that mean the whole phone call had been in his head? That Robin was there only because he was his contact? Well, probably, but he did wonder how much of what he had heard was his imagination.

“ You look like hell. ”

It’s hoarse, cracked. Like a voice that hasn’t been used in a long time. It hurts too. As if someone is rubbing sand all the way down his throat. He grimaces and coughs again, but tries to better observe Robin. He frowns. He does look like hell. Like he didn’t...

Did something happened at work?

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@ahopefulbunch because we needed a fix-it

The soldier gives a look to Robin, after all he did just threaten to kill an injured soldier, decorated nonetheless, but still guided him to the car. They drove hours before they arrived to a remote facility. They led Robin through corridors until they ushered him into a room, explaining to him where he could go for coffee, food, drinks and restrooms - plus the room they had first shown him - then leaving him to his own device.

It took a couple more hours before Guy was brought back to the room and by then night had came and the nurses accepted for the officer to stay the night. And the other one that came after. And another one. It took a couple more before Guy actually woke up.

At first, he doesn’t quite understand why and where he’s waking up. The bed is not uncomfortable but his entire body hurts. His head hurts and his heart increases its rhythm as the first thing his mind wonders is whether or not he’s in enemy territory. Whether they got to him before his men. Because that’s what this is about right? That mission they succeeded in while suffering heavy losses? The phone call? The stupid phone call.

Did he imagine all of it? Was Robin’s voice the making of his own dying mind?

The first sound that passes his lips is one of pain and a nurse already lets herself in, hovering around him annoyingly. He doesn’t see her - he didn’t open his eyes yet, the light’s already painful with them closed - but he can hear her, feel her. He almost tries to push her away but he’s not strong enough and his limbs never leave the bed.

Won’t she leave him be?!

The pain fades and he feels himself follow suit. When he wakes up again, he feels numb. His whole body is sore, but he knows enough to guess they gave him something for the pain.

This time he opens his eyes, confusingly trying to sit.

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❤ = kissing them

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Guy’s body was quick to accept Robin’s presence in his personal space, relaxing as soon as the cop’s lips touched his. Two hands gripped the man’s shoulders as the soldier leaned into his roommate, kissing back with any apparent hesitation.

He probably would never admit to have actually waited for this a long time, but he had. Any time Robin would come out of his shell and approach him was time he cherished. No need to admit it out loud, however. It could stay a secret between him and the dunes of sand he often saw during missions.

He grinned when they parted.

“ About time. ”

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It’s kinda attractive when someone can reply to your sarcasm with sarcasm instead of just getting offended

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You're Guy's 'wife' right?

“No. He is my wife. Guy does all the cooking.”

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            and so here i am wondering,                                         ❛ should i punch you or kiss you? 

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Robin is a little shit pass it on

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↱ = being lost with them

send one for my muse’s reaction | Accepting@ahopefulbunch because fight me that’s why

Of course that’s what happens.

One day, the simple idea of: vacations appeared in the conversation. They were both busy men with a life switch stuck on high pressure and life-threatening situations, perhaps would it be a good idea to take care of themselves once in their lifetime. Guy didn’t have any mission yet calling him far from home and Robin had earned the small week off work friends forced him to take.

Why not take those vacations together then?

What could happen, right?

Them getting lost, as it were. How a cop and an army man managed to get lost was still a mystery. Perhaps it was because they wouldn’t stop bickering, paying more attention to themselves than they were the road. Perhaps was it because Robin was used to the city and Guy was used to the desert. But as it happened, they were now lost in the middle of the countryside with a car that wouldn’t last more than two more hours before fuel came to lack.

Guy cursed in three different languages - none being English - hitting the side of the passenger door in frustration as the car rolled on a never ending small road.

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You're Guy's 'wife' right?

“No. He is my wife. Guy does all the cooking.”

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▤ = falling asleep on them ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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They were being lazy on the couch, it happened sometimes.Guy wasn’t totally one that liked to do nothing at all, he oftengot restless, but this time, he didn’t feel it too much. Winterhad brought the cold and since he was used to warmertemperatures (most of his assignments were in the desert, orat least somewhere hot), staying indoors and being lazy wasactually a luxury he permitted himself.

He was reading when a foreign weight caught his attention.He looked beside him, surprised to see Will leaning on him.He wasn’t against that. It was more that Will wasn’t alwayscomfortable in invading his personal space. Guy knew hewasn’t the easiest man to approach, despite the fact hewas never very subtle about appreciating the young man’spresence.

So to find him asleep against him... 

He put a pillow on his thighs as he slowly settled his bookaside, easily lifting the other so he would lay down with hishead against his lap instead of letting him bend his neck againsthis shoulder.

When he was certain the position was a bit more comfortable,he extended his arms to take his book then continued wherehe had stopped.

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{ I have a Guy dying thread in my drafts. Why. }

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