Robin

[whispersoflove]

Anael walked without aim in the streets of London, not like he usually did, to watch people and enjoy their love, but because he had had to get out of Coby's flat. He would probably go flying later, but for now, he was simply walking, shoulders hunched, that same muted pain in his back, from the wing he had still not healed since that blood-filled night.

The less he thought about it, the better, and yet he could not bring himself to heal his wing. Part of it was being afraid that God would not grant him that miracle, but he knew that it was more than that. He simply didn't want to look at it too closely.

He nearly walked by Robin without noticing him, sitting alone in a pub, at a table by the window. It seemed so odd, Robin being alone in any kind of social setting, that before he knew it, Anael had doubled back to walk into the pub, and headed over to the puck.

"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked, reassured, at least, that he felt no overwhelming heartbreak coming from him.

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[goodfellow]

"Yes well, we're not always the best judges for ourselves, now are we," Robin said, almost irritable. "There are people who love you, you know."

[whispersoflove]

Anael looked back at Robin, uncharacteristically unsure what to do. "I know," he simply echoed, throat tight, fingers curling loosely at his sides.

[goodfellow]

"You don't have to leave," Robin said. "We could stay here for a while, if you want."

[whispersoflove]

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice still a little tight. He couldn't do this if it was just for him; it needed to be about Robin, too.

[goodfellow]

"Yes," Robin said simply.

He was going to feel like shit if Anael left like this.

[whispersoflove]

Anael hesitated, then inclined his head. "Okay." He wasn't sure what was okay, though. Robin had barely touched him since hurting him. So he simply came and sat on the bed, a foot or so from him.

[goodfellow]

Robin moved to sit right beside him. "You should undress again."

[whispersoflove]

Anael's hand had come to ghost over his collarbones before he could help it. "I... don't like being naked," he stated, his throat tight again, as he looked up at Robin, praying that he would understand.

[goodfellow]

"I... okay," Robin said after a moment. He was kind of at a loss here.

"Anael... is there anything I could do that would actually help you?"

[whispersoflove]

"Would you... like to - hold me?" Anael asked, his eyes full of hope and fear. Robin had barely been touching him at all, and displays of affection were always a risk with him; what if he did not want to? Anael would not blame him, either.

[goodfellow]

That was actually what Robin had had in mind, but with less clothes, thinking Anael the type to want skin to skin contact.

He didn't say anything, just lay back on the bed and pulled Anael down with him.

[whispersoflove]

Anael sighed with relief as he went with Robin, curling up against his side, an arm over his waist, doing his best not to cling. He could feel his own tension, still, but touch would help. This was already so much better than just a minute ago. "Thank you," he whispered, closing his eyes against new tears.