[ There it is, the blade in the chest, the familiar feeling after he disappeared the first time. Panic about dying, excitement about dying, clambering and clawing at Robin don't leave don't leave don't leave don't leave, disappointment that he didn't actually die. Turned off, shut down, restart.
Robin forgot. Robin forgot.
Jaw locks, teeth grind, and Michael grips his communicator hard enough it groans underneath the the pressure. The anger rises above the panic, pulls with it a hurt he doesn't want to feel but it settles on his chest. He forgot he forgot he forgot - he considers throwing the communicator, breaking it, breaking whatever he can get his hands but he doesn't. He can't. It's the only way he can contact him, the only way he can hear his voice, or see his face. He's angry, he's hurt, but he doesn't want to throw Robin away. ]
I never did. [ He finally manages, tone unbearably even almost cold. ] Never would.
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Robin forgot. Robin forgot.
Jaw locks, teeth grind, and Michael grips his communicator hard enough it groans underneath the the pressure. The anger rises above the panic, pulls with it a hurt he doesn't want to feel but it settles on his chest. He forgot he forgot he forgot - he considers throwing the communicator, breaking it, breaking whatever he can get his hands but he doesn't. He can't. It's the only way he can contact him, the only way he can hear his voice, or see his face. He's angry, he's hurt, but he doesn't want to throw Robin away. ]
I never did. [ He finally manages, tone unbearably even almost cold. ] Never would.