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Dick: *Loading a couple more logs onto the stone hearth here, and calls over his shoulder* Hey kiddo.
Tim *notes your shortage thar, automatically goes to haul in more from the woodpile. Saves him from having to say more than a muttered* hey.
Dick: *): That wasn't a very happy 'hey', he pauses in what he's doing* You alright?
Tim *already out the door! Returns shortly, looking more burdened than the firewood accounts for, and avoiding your eyes.* S'gettin' colder.
Dick: *'s too late, he already knows something's up. Also, takes some of those off your hands.* Any particular reason you look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your back?
Tim *dumps the rest* Like you ever need an excuse. *tired, crabby*
Dick: Touche. *Alright, he'll leave it be just for now. He loads a few remaining logs onto the fire, and piles the others beside the fireplace.* You want anything to eat?
Tim *... stomach answers for him rrr* I guess if you've got somethin' around.
Dick: There should still be some cake around *she's been spoiling him, since he got out, that or she's trying to fatten him up, either or, 's good eatin'!* Help yourself.
Tim *will be a slice and a half in before his expression lightens any -.-*
Dick: ...Alright. What's he done?
Tim *mrf* -- Huh? *more like what he hasn't- wait, different 'he'. ... rolls eyes at* You never change.
Dick: *It was a stab in the dark, he'll admit to that. But jeez kid, you're all over the place, everytime he sees you lately it's a different mood. There's only so much that can be chalked down to puberty. You've got him worried.* O-kay, so what have I done?
Tim *nom* Nothin'. *nom* 'cept for the cake. ... *belated Alfred conditioning* Thanks.
Dick: *Well it ain't the cake that's troubling you, you had the same expression on your face the moment you walked through the front door ...plus that's your second slice.* Thank Jilly. So what's the problem?
Tim *finishes. ... quietly* Hey. *looking down* Did you... ever think I wasn't gonna wake up?
Dick: *This again? He thought they'd gone over this, he'd presumed everything was alright since it wasn't mentioned again. Obviously it wasn't.* It... crossed my mind. *Briefly* Didn't do much to think about it, though.
Tim Mm. *plate to sink* Yoite's gonna miss his own birthday.
Dick: *Yoite? ...oh. Right. Now it makes sense. Jesus, Dick, you're such a moron.* Yeah, well, then we'll just have to throw him a party when he's back on his feet.
Tim If.
Dick: Don't.
Tim You did.
Dick: I'm an idiot. What do I know? ... he'll be fine, Tim.
Tim *tch, sigh* Yeah. What do you know?
Dick: *sighs* I know that thinking like this will only make things worse.
Tim Like it makes a difference.
Dick: I know he's your friend, Tim. You have to believe in him, right?
Tim I used to think that.
Dick: What's stopping you?
Tim *shoulders slumping.* He told me not to.
Dick: Who? *frowns* Yoite? Now why'd he go and tell you a thing like that?
Tim *shrug.* Dunno. He's like that.
Dick: It's not like you to stop something because somebody told you to...
Tim Maybe he brought me around.
Dick: I understand him not wanting you to worry, but- are you saying you've already given up on him? ...do you know how that sounds?
Tim *shuts his eyes.* Forget it. *why'd he come here, anyway?*
Dick: *for some home truths, maybe?* No, I won't. Have you given up on Yoite or is it everything we do? ...I know it's hard, Tim, but if we stop having hope, then where's the point of any of this?
Tim ... Jason still does it.
Dick: *nods* Jason's been through Hell and back. He still fights.
Tim *Yeah, but he doesn't keep up hope for it.* I'm not stopping either.
Dick: *Then why does he do it? For revenge, yes, but also so that what happened to him doesn't happen to anyone else. Hope might not be the right word, but he still believes in what he does.* Great. Why?
Tim *stymied for words for a second.* I- there's-- I can't stop. *=/ that's not right. trying again!* There's always gonna be something I can... *no. gdit* There should be something I can do.
Dick: There is. Always.
Tim Maybe.
Dick: Not maybe. Always. Tim, if you can't figure it out, then maybe you should step back a while until you know what it is we do, and why.
Tim He doesn't have awhile.
Dick: Maybe, maybe not. Either way, for your own peace of mind, you need to figure this out.
Tim *tch* You say that like there's any such thing. *perching on ur couch*
Dick: *shrugs* How'd you think I do it night in night out? How'd you think Bruce-- *shake shake* Look, my point is, if you give up on Yoite now, what else are you giving up on? The Mission? Batman *because God knows he's a work in progress, or feels like one at times* ? So what're you hanging around for, you're just some kid in a cape.
Tim *yeah that was a flinch* Oh.
Dick: 'Oh'? All you have to say is 'oh'?
Tim You're the one with all the answers. *resentful*
Dick: *shrugs* Only if you think they're worth listening to.
Tim Maybe I'd think more of 'em if you actually backed 'em up. *tch.*
Dick: Backed them up with what, Tim? If you don't know what it is I'm talking about, what it is that we fight for, then what have you been doing these past few years?
Tim Few years!? What've I been doin' for the last six months?? *smacks his hand against a wall* Maybe I should lock myself up, maybe THAT'LL help everybody who's dyin' out here.
Tim But what do you know, you never change. *mocking tone* Do this, or you should quit. Don't do that, or you should quit. Do it your way, or quit!
Dick: *throws your 'tch' right back at cha* I'm talking about the bigger picture, Tim. For those people we can't save from burning buildings, for those people we can't snatch from outta the sky. Yeah, you might think it's a load of crap but for those few who can't reach out to nobody, we're all they've got. Simple as. So you go ahead and quit if you don't believe in what we do. I won't cry about it, but you can bet there's a little kid somewhere who idolizes his hero that will.
Tim *oh the hell with this* Yeah. He's collapsed from a fever in my old bedroom, and you haven't so much as looked at him twice.
Dick: *The guilty look registers, but his jaw remains tight* Never said I was perfect.
Tim *glares narrowly back* Just said I should follow your lead.
Dick: I said you should think about it.
Dick: Robin.
Tim Don't think I like what I see. Nightwing.
Dick: *neither does he, Kid, neither does he.* Your decision.
Tim So nice to know. *turning to go then.*
Dick: *Not gonna stop you.* Yeah. It is.
Dick: *Loading a couple more logs onto the stone hearth here, and calls over his shoulder* Hey kiddo.
Tim *notes your shortage thar, automatically goes to haul in more from the woodpile. Saves him from having to say more than a muttered* hey.
Dick: *): That wasn't a very happy 'hey', he pauses in what he's doing* You alright?
Tim *already out the door! Returns shortly, looking more burdened than the firewood accounts for, and avoiding your eyes.* S'gettin' colder.
Dick: *'s too late, he already knows something's up. Also, takes some of those off your hands.* Any particular reason you look like you're carrying the weight of the world on your back?
Tim *dumps the rest* Like you ever need an excuse. *tired, crabby*
Dick: Touche. *Alright, he'll leave it be just for now. He loads a few remaining logs onto the fire, and piles the others beside the fireplace.* You want anything to eat?
Tim *... stomach answers for him rrr* I guess if you've got somethin' around.
Dick: There should still be some cake around *she's been spoiling him, since he got out, that or she's trying to fatten him up, either or, 's good eatin'!* Help yourself.
Tim *will be a slice and a half in before his expression lightens any -.-*
Dick: ...Alright. What's he done?
Tim *mrf* -- Huh? *more like what he hasn't- wait, different 'he'. ... rolls eyes at* You never change.
Dick: *It was a stab in the dark, he'll admit to that. But jeez kid, you're all over the place, everytime he sees you lately it's a different mood. There's only so much that can be chalked down to puberty. You've got him worried.* O-kay, so what have I done?
Tim *nom* Nothin'. *nom* 'cept for the cake. ... *belated Alfred conditioning* Thanks.
Dick: *Well it ain't the cake that's troubling you, you had the same expression on your face the moment you walked through the front door ...plus that's your second slice.* Thank Jilly. So what's the problem?
Tim *finishes. ... quietly* Hey. *looking down* Did you... ever think I wasn't gonna wake up?
Dick: *This again? He thought they'd gone over this, he'd presumed everything was alright since it wasn't mentioned again. Obviously it wasn't.* It... crossed my mind. *Briefly* Didn't do much to think about it, though.
Tim Mm. *plate to sink* Yoite's gonna miss his own birthday.
Dick: *Yoite? ...oh. Right. Now it makes sense. Jesus, Dick, you're such a moron.* Yeah, well, then we'll just have to throw him a party when he's back on his feet.
Tim If.
Dick: Don't.
Tim You did.
Dick: I'm an idiot. What do I know? ... he'll be fine, Tim.
Tim *tch, sigh* Yeah. What do you know?
Dick: *sighs* I know that thinking like this will only make things worse.
Tim Like it makes a difference.
Dick: I know he's your friend, Tim. You have to believe in him, right?
Tim I used to think that.
Dick: What's stopping you?
Tim *shoulders slumping.* He told me not to.
Dick: Who? *frowns* Yoite? Now why'd he go and tell you a thing like that?
Tim *shrug.* Dunno. He's like that.
Dick: It's not like you to stop something because somebody told you to...
Tim Maybe he brought me around.
Dick: I understand him not wanting you to worry, but- are you saying you've already given up on him? ...do you know how that sounds?
Tim *shuts his eyes.* Forget it. *why'd he come here, anyway?*
Dick: *for some home truths, maybe?* No, I won't. Have you given up on Yoite or is it everything we do? ...I know it's hard, Tim, but if we stop having hope, then where's the point of any of this?
Tim ... Jason still does it.
Dick: *nods* Jason's been through Hell and back. He still fights.
Tim *Yeah, but he doesn't keep up hope for it.* I'm not stopping either.
Dick: *Then why does he do it? For revenge, yes, but also so that what happened to him doesn't happen to anyone else. Hope might not be the right word, but he still believes in what he does.* Great. Why?
Tim *stymied for words for a second.* I- there's-- I can't stop. *=/ that's not right. trying again!* There's always gonna be something I can... *no. gdit* There should be something I can do.
Dick: There is. Always.
Tim Maybe.
Dick: Not maybe. Always. Tim, if you can't figure it out, then maybe you should step back a while until you know what it is we do, and why.
Tim He doesn't have awhile.
Dick: Maybe, maybe not. Either way, for your own peace of mind, you need to figure this out.
Tim *tch* You say that like there's any such thing. *perching on ur couch*
Dick: *shrugs* How'd you think I do it night in night out? How'd you think Bruce-- *shake shake* Look, my point is, if you give up on Yoite now, what else are you giving up on? The Mission? Batman *because God knows he's a work in progress, or feels like one at times* ? So what're you hanging around for, you're just some kid in a cape.
Tim *yeah that was a flinch* Oh.
Dick: 'Oh'? All you have to say is 'oh'?
Tim You're the one with all the answers. *resentful*
Dick: *shrugs* Only if you think they're worth listening to.
Tim Maybe I'd think more of 'em if you actually backed 'em up. *tch.*
Dick: Backed them up with what, Tim? If you don't know what it is I'm talking about, what it is that we fight for, then what have you been doing these past few years?
Tim Few years!? What've I been doin' for the last six months?? *smacks his hand against a wall* Maybe I should lock myself up, maybe THAT'LL help everybody who's dyin' out here.
Tim But what do you know, you never change. *mocking tone* Do this, or you should quit. Don't do that, or you should quit. Do it your way, or quit!
Dick: *throws your 'tch' right back at cha* I'm talking about the bigger picture, Tim. For those people we can't save from burning buildings, for those people we can't snatch from outta the sky. Yeah, you might think it's a load of crap but for those few who can't reach out to nobody, we're all they've got. Simple as. So you go ahead and quit if you don't believe in what we do. I won't cry about it, but you can bet there's a little kid somewhere who idolizes his hero that will.
Tim *oh the hell with this* Yeah. He's collapsed from a fever in my old bedroom, and you haven't so much as looked at him twice.
Dick: *The guilty look registers, but his jaw remains tight* Never said I was perfect.
Tim *glares narrowly back* Just said I should follow your lead.
Dick: I said you should think about it.
Dick: Robin.
Tim Don't think I like what I see. Nightwing.
Dick: *neither does he, Kid, neither does he.* Your decision.
Tim So nice to know. *turning to go then.*
Dick: *Not gonna stop you.* Yeah. It is.