MASK OR MENACE IC INBOX

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WALLY WEST
"You've reached the personal voice mail of the Wall-man. The honor is yours! Leave your deets, I'll holla back atcha."
[ BEEP. ]

KID FLASH
"This is the contact for Kid Flash. If it's an emergency, call Robin; he'll know where I am. Otherwise, leave your info and I'll get you back ASAP."
[ BEEP. ]


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[runningstart]

[Well, he doesn't wake Wally up at least. Mostly because Wally isn't in the bedroom. Or the living room or the kitchen, for that matter. No, he's in his makeshift lab in one of the purposeless rooms splitting off from the 'garage.' There's not much in his lab, some slipshod equipment (with a few actually legitimate pieces) and a folding table and chair with a lamp, but he's slumped over the table asleep with his head pillowed on his arms. Spread out beneath him are notebooks filled with scribbles and formulas and math, some that Wally has obviously been working with and some he'd copied from other sources to try and work out on his own.

He's also out like a light, despite the wrinkle in his brow and the frown on his face.]

[performance]

[ 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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[Wally doesn't start awake; doesn't groan loudly, doesn't stretch comically. Even when he was waking up his gestures were always big, grand, as over-the-top as his entire personality.

Not this time. He inhales sharply, blinks his eyes open to look up at Robin for a moment and then stands, grabs Robin's hand and plods in the direction of the bedroom, eyes still closed. He's mostly still asleep because honestly, he might need it as badly as Robin does.

It takes some stumbling (and probably some leading on Robin's behalf) but he finally lets go when they reach the bedroom and falls face-down on his bed, almost immediately falling back asleep.]

[performance]

[ The sleepwalking doesn't surprise him. The hand grabbing does. But he lets Wally lead him until he needs to lead Wally, and finally they make it to the bedroom and Wally's out like a light. ]

... dork.

[ Robin sighs, slow and tired and overwhelmed, and just kicks off his shoes before crawling, careful and quiet, into Wally's bed beside him. Maybe it'll be awkward when they wake up and maybe it won't. Either way, he just can't bring himself to care about eight hours from now. ]