[ Robby's voice suddenly echoing in his ears feels like something that snaps Daniel out of it a little. Not enough to regret the hug, since he meant every moment of it - and since it actually.. felt nice, better than anything he's experienced so far in this city, even if that's a very low bar to clear - but enough to worry just a touch if he's embarrassing Robby by doing this.
It makes him slowly pull out of the hug, still sitting on the bed, but at least now able to look at Robby. He needed to be able to do so anyway to be able to even try to communicate with the boy, try to form an answer to what Robby is asking him.
Especially when it's a good question. Daniel frowns a little, knowing that he should probably have some of his painkillers for this hangover - but then again, those are in his apartment, and with each passing moment Daniel realises more and more this must be Robby's apartment instead - and maybe drink some water. Robby's presence - the surprise of it, the joy of it - makes it easy to forget his hangover for a moment, but it doesn't mean it isn't still very present.
He's already nodding when the boy asks about the medicine, but Daniel figures he should probably articulate things a bit better here. Remembering his thought about Robby's phone, Daniel leans forward just a little to see if the phone remains where Robby was sitting a moment ago.
And it is there. Daniel plucks it off the floor, some relief in his expression when he realises he can now actually speak with Robby, even if it's still not as ideal as using his own voice.
.. It's not the only thing Daniel finds though.
There's something else on the floor. It's further away, and Daniel can only get a peek at it, but something about it seems.. oddly familiar.
Enough so that the man gets all the way off the bed - slowly, not wanting to tumble over like an idiot with his hangover - to walk over to the item, picking it up. Something about the frame seemed familiar, but the reality of what it is doesn't hit Daniel until he turns it over, seeing two very familiar faces smiling back at him from the photo in the frame.
The man glances between the frame and the boy sitting on the bed. He walks back to sit back down next to Robby again, momentarily placing the framed photo on his lap so he can use his hands to write text on the phone, making the device read it out loud with a robotic voice, the way he had tried to do when Robby found him earlier. ]
Where did you find this, Robby?
[ The robotic tone carries absolutely no emotion, just dutifully reading the letters and words out loud.
But Daniel has some emotion. No offense, or anger, or anything like that, though. Instead he mostly seems surprised, with something more emotional at the edges of it. ]
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It makes him slowly pull out of the hug, still sitting on the bed, but at least now able to look at Robby. He needed to be able to do so anyway to be able to even try to communicate with the boy, try to form an answer to what Robby is asking him.
Especially when it's a good question. Daniel frowns a little, knowing that he should probably have some of his painkillers for this hangover - but then again, those are in his apartment, and with each passing moment Daniel realises more and more this must be Robby's apartment instead - and maybe drink some water. Robby's presence - the surprise of it, the joy of it - makes it easy to forget his hangover for a moment, but it doesn't mean it isn't still very present.
He's already nodding when the boy asks about the medicine, but Daniel figures he should probably articulate things a bit better here. Remembering his thought about Robby's phone, Daniel leans forward just a little to see if the phone remains where Robby was sitting a moment ago.
And it is there. Daniel plucks it off the floor, some relief in his expression when he realises he can now actually speak with Robby, even if it's still not as ideal as using his own voice.
.. It's not the only thing Daniel finds though.
There's something else on the floor. It's further away, and Daniel can only get a peek at it, but something about it seems.. oddly familiar.
Enough so that the man gets all the way off the bed - slowly, not wanting to tumble over like an idiot with his hangover - to walk over to the item, picking it up. Something about the frame seemed familiar, but the reality of what it is doesn't hit Daniel until he turns it over, seeing two very familiar faces smiling back at him from the photo in the frame.
The man glances between the frame and the boy sitting on the bed. He walks back to sit back down next to Robby again, momentarily placing the framed photo on his lap so he can use his hands to write text on the phone, making the device read it out loud with a robotic voice, the way he had tried to do when Robby found him earlier. ]
Where did you find this, Robby?
[ The robotic tone carries absolutely no emotion, just dutifully reading the letters and words out loud.
But Daniel has some emotion. No offense, or anger, or anything like that, though. Instead he mostly seems surprised, with something more emotional at the edges of it. ]