There's no denying that the past while has been incredibly tiring for Daniel. It's getting a little better by the day, but trying to care for Robby while he was slowly coming down from his corruption has still been a lot - only made worse by the fact that Daniel can't ever do these things halfway, running himself ragged to make sure Robby is as comfortable and alright as possible in his current circumstances. Fussiness means that he does more than he probably had to, although he's finally starting to get some sleep at night again, no longer just watching over the boy all night while he was still trying to regain his usual form.
Not that there haven't been plenty of other things to do. There's food to make, a house to take care of, other kids coming over - either to organize their own karate practice sessions or to come see Robby.. It has left its traces on the man, the bags below his eyes more visible, but then again, they had already been there since this whole thing started. And Daniel will definitely take being tired because he's trying to help Robby get better over being tired because he's worrying over a rapidly spiralling Robby who seems to refuse all offers of help.
And it's not like he doesn't keep doing everything he usually does, even with his fatigue. Daniel went out to get some food for the house, only just busying himself with putting everything away in the kitchen when he's already greeted by company. First the small dog that paws at Daniel's legs like it is trying to climb up a mountain all by itself, and then Robby.
Of course Daniel's reaction is entirely predictable. It's exactly what Robby thought it'd be. Even if it's not the first time he's out of bed, it's still not common enough that Daniel doesn't worry every time he sees the boy walking around, like the man is concerned Robby's legs may suddenly fade too much to carry him.
".. Robby."
His tone starts out a little surprised, but halfway through the name it dips into fussiness instead. The food is abandoned on the counter for a moment, Daniel stepping over towards Robby's form in the doorway instead.
"Are you feeling alright enough to be out of bed?" It's a familiar sight at this point, probably. It's something Daniel does often enough - has done often enough, even before any of this happened, though the fussing has certainly been turned up a notch as far as that's possible ever since the need to care for Robby intensified over the last while.
Hands hover for a moment, and then touch. A cold palm against the side of Robby's face, like Daniel is still instinctively trying to feel for something he hasn't been able to feel in a year now, which then changes into a supportive hand on the boy's shoulder instead.
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Not that there haven't been plenty of other things to do. There's food to make, a house to take care of, other kids coming over - either to organize their own karate practice sessions or to come see Robby.. It has left its traces on the man, the bags below his eyes more visible, but then again, they had already been there since this whole thing started. And Daniel will definitely take being tired because he's trying to help Robby get better over being tired because he's worrying over a rapidly spiralling Robby who seems to refuse all offers of help.
And it's not like he doesn't keep doing everything he usually does, even with his fatigue. Daniel went out to get some food for the house, only just busying himself with putting everything away in the kitchen when he's already greeted by company. First the small dog that paws at Daniel's legs like it is trying to climb up a mountain all by itself, and then Robby.
Of course Daniel's reaction is entirely predictable. It's exactly what Robby thought it'd be. Even if it's not the first time he's out of bed, it's still not common enough that Daniel doesn't worry every time he sees the boy walking around, like the man is concerned Robby's legs may suddenly fade too much to carry him.
".. Robby."
His tone starts out a little surprised, but halfway through the name it dips into fussiness instead. The food is abandoned on the counter for a moment, Daniel stepping over towards Robby's form in the doorway instead.
"Are you feeling alright enough to be out of bed?" It's a familiar sight at this point, probably. It's something Daniel does often enough - has done often enough, even before any of this happened, though the fussing has certainly been turned up a notch as far as that's possible ever since the need to care for Robby intensified over the last while.
Hands hover for a moment, and then touch. A cold palm against the side of Robby's face, like Daniel is still instinctively trying to feel for something he hasn't been able to feel in a year now, which then changes into a supportive hand on the boy's shoulder instead.
"You should sit down. I'll grab a chair."