[ The sound of footsteps doesn't even seem to register with Daniel. He sits there so unmoving that it's almost as if the man might somehow be a statue, fitting right in with the headstones standing all over the place.
But then he slowly moves, proving to be real. It's not a big movement, but the man's head does turn. It's a very slow turn, like Daniel's attention needs to be torn away from the - nameless - stone he was staring at, rather than the usual quick reaction he'd have to that voice of all voices calling his name. An actual familiar voice in the middle of an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar people.
Even if his reaction isn't quick, however, it is still very much a reaction. With Robby getting closer to him, the boy might be able to see that there is recognition in the man's eyes, even if his gaze looks unfocused in the way drunk people's gazes typically tend to look. The bruises on the side of his face have started to discolour, but those combined with the tracksuit he's wearing, and the fact that it doesn't look like he's exactly kept up with shaving his face-- It's probably not giving off the prettiest of images.
Not that Daniel is thinking about that. It's really hard to think of much of anything right now, when trying to form thoughts in his head feels very much like trying to make his way through a pool of water with the consistency of thick soup.
There's only one thought in his mind because of it. A singular thought that hasn't bloomed in all the complicated thoughts that surround it yet, his mind too slow to react, but a strong thought all the same.
One that the man seems to try and voice, even if no sound leaves his throat. But despite the lack of noise, his lips are very clearly going for the name Robby, the man looking like he's unable to tear his gaze away from the boy approaching him. ]
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But then he slowly moves, proving to be real. It's not a big movement, but the man's head does turn. It's a very slow turn, like Daniel's attention needs to be torn away from the - nameless - stone he was staring at, rather than the usual quick reaction he'd have to that voice of all voices calling his name. An actual familiar voice in the middle of an unfamiliar city with unfamiliar people.
Even if his reaction isn't quick, however, it is still very much a reaction. With Robby getting closer to him, the boy might be able to see that there is recognition in the man's eyes, even if his gaze looks unfocused in the way drunk people's gazes typically tend to look. The bruises on the side of his face have started to discolour, but those combined with the tracksuit he's wearing, and the fact that it doesn't look like he's exactly kept up with shaving his face-- It's probably not giving off the prettiest of images.
Not that Daniel is thinking about that. It's really hard to think of much of anything right now, when trying to form thoughts in his head feels very much like trying to make his way through a pool of water with the consistency of thick soup.
There's only one thought in his mind because of it. A singular thought that hasn't bloomed in all the complicated thoughts that surround it yet, his mind too slow to react, but a strong thought all the same.
One that the man seems to try and voice, even if no sound leaves his throat. But despite the lack of noise, his lips are very clearly going for the name Robby, the man looking like he's unable to tear his gaze away from the boy approaching him. ]