[ Robin's heart squeezes tight and painful in the circle of his ribs, and for a moment, he just stands in the doorway and looks at him. He missed him. He really, really, really missed him. And maybe nothing else matters right now. Not his own hurt feelings, not his sense of pride, not anything except for the unshakable certainty that he'd be lost if anything ever happened to Wally.
Five years.
He could let him sleep, but... if it were him, he'd want Wally to wake him up. He heads over to the the table, giving the notebooks a once-over before resting his hand lightly between Wally's shoulderblades, leaning in close, voice low. ]
Walls. Hey. You're gonna wake up with a killer neck ache.
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Five years.
He could let him sleep, but... if it were him, he'd want Wally to wake him up. He heads over to the the table, giving the notebooks a once-over before resting his hand lightly between Wally's shoulderblades, leaning in close, voice low. ]
Walls. Hey. You're gonna wake up with a killer neck ache.