[ Daniel's brain suddenly has so much to process. Going from processing nothing but his own fear and grief that he's already intimately familiar with in the first place to trying to process all of this is quite the leap, and even more so when alcohol is controlling Daniel's brain more than anything right now.
Not that he isn't making an effort. Even if his eyes seem glassy, it does look like they're trying to focus on Robby as well as they can, considering the man's current state. Even with the way he is right now, Daniel's brain can at least still inform him this is important.
Because it's Robby. Of course Daniel hasn't forgotten who he is, not even while under the influence. It's Robby, and he's right here. Daniel doesn't know why he's here in this city of all places, and if he were more sober he might wonder if it was somehow an illusion like people claimed the name on the gravestone was - or wonder more about just how long Robby has been here already.
As things are right now, though, Daniel's mind is mostly just focusing on the thought of Robby itself, rather than wondering all these things. The hands on his shoulders feel like a surprisingly steadying presence. He listen to the other's rambling words, even if maybe only half of them actually manage to reach Daniel's brain, rather than just his ears.
Robby's here, he just thinks, all words falling on deaf ears when faced with the sheer loudness of that thought in his mind.
Daniel opens his mouth, and though it seems he's making an attempt to speak, there's nothing coming from his mound other than a strange choked sound. It's clear he's trying to tell Robby something though, since the man's eyes don't leave the boy, not even for a moment, not even when his attempt at speaking fails enough that it seems to hurt Daniel's throat, making the man wince slightly. Something Robby can probably feel better underneath his hands more so than actually see.
His gaze only leaves Robby when the man starts patting himself down - and with the way he's currently very much lacking coordination, it takes him a few moments before he's even found the pocket he was keeping the phone in, let alone manage to pull it out. Yet something about the man's movements seems weirdly determined, almost frantic, like this is important to him.
(Robby is here, and Robby-- When Daniel thinks of Robby, there's only one thought that rises above all others, that rises above the haze of alcohol.
He has to apologize to him.)
Despite his own hands shaking, Daniel manages to type out enough on his phone to make the robotic voice speak up. ]
Robby.
[ Nevermind the fact Daniel didn't quite manage proper capitalisation or punctuation there for once in his life - at least the phone picked up on that one all the same.
.. unlike the next one. Because Daniel types more, but it comes out completely garbled, unable to type clearly in his current state. Enjoy listening to the verbal robotic equivalent of a keysmash right after, Robby.
At least Daniel does seem to realise his attempt to tell Robby more failed, making his big brown eyes take on the vibe of a guilty puppy dog. ]
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Not that he isn't making an effort. Even if his eyes seem glassy, it does look like they're trying to focus on Robby as well as they can, considering the man's current state. Even with the way he is right now, Daniel's brain can at least still inform him this is important.
Because it's Robby. Of course Daniel hasn't forgotten who he is, not even while under the influence. It's Robby, and he's right here. Daniel doesn't know why he's here in this city of all places, and if he were more sober he might wonder if it was somehow an illusion like people claimed the name on the gravestone was - or wonder more about just how long Robby has been here already.
As things are right now, though, Daniel's mind is mostly just focusing on the thought of Robby itself, rather than wondering all these things. The hands on his shoulders feel like a surprisingly steadying presence. He listen to the other's rambling words, even if maybe only half of them actually manage to reach Daniel's brain, rather than just his ears.
Robby's here, he just thinks, all words falling on deaf ears when faced with the sheer loudness of that thought in his mind.
Daniel opens his mouth, and though it seems he's making an attempt to speak, there's nothing coming from his mound other than a strange choked sound. It's clear he's trying to tell Robby something though, since the man's eyes don't leave the boy, not even for a moment, not even when his attempt at speaking fails enough that it seems to hurt Daniel's throat, making the man wince slightly. Something Robby can probably feel better underneath his hands more so than actually see.
His gaze only leaves Robby when the man starts patting himself down - and with the way he's currently very much lacking coordination, it takes him a few moments before he's even found the pocket he was keeping the phone in, let alone manage to pull it out. Yet something about the man's movements seems weirdly determined, almost frantic, like this is important to him.
(Robby is here, and Robby-- When Daniel thinks of Robby, there's only one thought that rises above all others, that rises above the haze of alcohol.
He has to apologize to him.)
Despite his own hands shaking, Daniel manages to type out enough on his phone to make the robotic voice speak up. ]
Robby.
[ Nevermind the fact Daniel didn't quite manage proper capitalisation or punctuation there for once in his life - at least the phone picked up on that one all the same.
.. unlike the next one. Because Daniel types more, but it comes out completely garbled, unable to type clearly in his current state. Enjoy listening to the verbal robotic equivalent of a keysmash right after, Robby.
At least Daniel does seem to realise his attempt to tell Robby more failed, making his big brown eyes take on the vibe of a guilty puppy dog. ]