( At least someone can say the D word. Robin feels her stomach churn again, and the seasickness excuse is really starting to be less believable the longer she's on solid land but she keeps telling herself that all the same. It's just motion sickness, she can't be freaking out, because to acknowledge that is to acknowledge--
...well. Everything.
Instead she just swallows and nods, making a noise that's supposed to be a positive affirmation except it's about three pitches too high for her. Really, she can't let the ten year old ( or however old she is, Robin isn't some kind of child scientist ) do a better job of composing herself here, that's just embarrassing. )
Oh, yeah. I mean it's a lot but I'm good. Right? I'm good.
( And she nods a few times, as if that makes it more true somehow. )
no subject
...well. Everything.
Instead she just swallows and nods, making a noise that's supposed to be a positive affirmation except it's about three pitches too high for her. Really, she can't let the ten year old ( or however old she is, Robin isn't some kind of child scientist ) do a better job of composing herself here, that's just embarrassing. )
Oh, yeah. I mean it's a lot but I'm good. Right? I'm good.
( And she nods a few times, as if that makes it more true somehow. )
Why is it so dark?