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[Curls up against, tightly]

[ Pets while he sings. ]

[Shifts back, head resting against Rob's hip, still not moving from his curled place but making no move to stop the singing, either.]

[ So petting turns to playing with his hair, and when the song is over he just sort of sits for a few moments before speaking, looking down at Ty with a faint, tired little smile. ]

Hello, you.

[Makes a sound between a sigh and a hum, shifting to glance up at Rob.]

Hello, you.

Heard you singing. Followed the sound.

I've always been a little envious of your good ears.

Is... are you okay?

[ You know, eventhough he surprise kissed you and then proceeded to take your virginity. ]

Don't blame you. They're very nice ears. I'm attached.

[He's fine. Obviously. Look how fine this feline is.]

I'm good. Are you okay?

And that was a terrible joke.

[ Which is of course why he laughs at it. ]

Am if you are.

[ Because it's clearly evident by his stubbly cheeks and the shadows under his eyes that he kind of hasn't been. ]

[It made you laugh. That's all that matters. As for the rest? He's no more buying it than you are. so he grimaces and shifts around to slip an arm behind Rob. A familiar gesture of the weight of his arm draped across Rob's shoulders.]

Robin? [His forehead bumps into Rob's shoulder, rubbing against it.]

We're gonna be okay.

[ He turns his head to kiss Tybalt's hair, staying like that and letting it tickle his face for a few moments. ]

You think so?

[He makes a rumbled purr against the side of Robin's neck, trying not to cling too strongly to his best friend.]

I won't allow it to not be.

[Truth be told, he was sure about little now. Except the few things he had always been sure of, and would remain so. That Robin was his best friend. His brother in arms. And not his.]

Seems a lot is making you sad these days.

Hey kid, I'm afraid sad moods are rather common when it comes to me.

[ Good to see you though, Jace. Robin has sort of settled into this whole father thing now and he's been worrying. ]

[ And enough of an asshole to somehow want Tybalt to himself anyway. He rests his cheek against his friend's head, an arm sliding around his waist. ]

That's a promise you're going to have to keep, my brother.

M'sorry. Wish I could change that.

[Jace has a few very visible bite marks and bruises this time around, but he looks a lot less miserable than the last time, at least.]

It's all right, just did something to my heart that I shouldn't have.

[ He gives those marks a pointed look. ]

Alpha not happy with you? Or is it just the way you two do things.

[He keeps his own arms wrapped around Robin tightly, his response low and slightly muffled.]

I plan to, brother.

One of these days you're gonna have to let me pick up a few of your pieces too, you know.

[ Not letting go. Nope. ]

Soon as I break, you can pick up as many as you like.

[Because he's never broken before. Not at all. Especially not now. Because Robin had pieces that needed picking up, and Tybalt was much better at that..]

I messed up a couple times.

[Jace tries for a nonchalant look, shrugging his shoulders and scratching at his brow a moment.]

What did you do to your heart?

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