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[ She sniffs and rubs her face on his shirt to get rid of her tears, because, ugh, gross. No. She's just... Got some allergies.

Indoors.

In winter.

Yaknow what just shut up. ]

Ugh, can't be left alone for a second, you asshole.

[wow, Harley, it's like you care about him or something. don't worry, he'll keep it to himself.]

Didn't exactly plan it.

[and with that, and a little squeeze, he eases up on his hug. he's still got his arms around her, but they're more to support her than anything else at this point as he looks down]

Probably better you weren't there, though. We had more than buckets, but that doesn't mean it was fun.

[ Oh no, she's not letting go. ]

Why did you stay? They weren't exactly subtle.

I couldn't abandon the students.

[no, he could have. he wanted to.

but he'd promised.]

They didn't have to stay either.

... Did you get deprogrammed, or are you all.... ? [ She lightly drums her fingertips against his temple. How much of a mess is it in that head? ]

I know. But I couldn't get them out of here.

[are you going to let him sit down, Harley? because he'd like to. not that he's tired, but he feels tired, all of the sudden. logically, he knows he should be checked out, but at the same time...]

They eased off after they put me in the clinic. But I still wasn't about to start praising the Motherland.

[there's a sharpness to his tone, a distaste; whatever happened, he clearly has no love for the Soviets.]

[ She will let him sit down as long as he does it somewhere that she can glue herself to his side. ]

What happened?

[well it's a chair at a table. you can sit on the floor or his lap - or stand by him. take your pick, though the lap may not be so easy considering his positioning.]

...you want the long version or the short version?

[ LAP IT IS. What's up, have some boobs right in the face. ]

If you leave anything out, I'll pinch you.

[sIGH. ~~and what would you like for christmas little lady actually no wait harley isn't a lady~~. Robert makes a valiant effort to ignore Harley's rack and look up at her, arching his brow.]

Considering I'm already trying to block a lot of it from my mind, that's going to hurt.

[ ~~RUDE!!!!!!~~

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pinch ]

Edited 2016-03-07 17:30 (UTC)

[ow! okay, not super ow, but- eyeroll.]

Soviet boot camp involving praise technology, the American government's a piece of trash, peace and love, clearly they have only our best interests at mind. Myself and some others got to stay for more propaganda after everyone left, and by the time they let us out they conveniently had rooms for us to stay overnight - for all the nights.

Nice. Was there a minibar?

Probably, but I was too tired to pay attention. [too tired and too angry.] I know there was a bar people frequented during the 'break'.

So what was it that set off the ol' ticker?

[ Tap tap tap on his chest. ]

[silence.

silence and a frown. he's not trying to avoid talking about it, he's just trying to think of how to explain it. other than he got tired of being pushed around. of putting up with it, of bowing his head, of being angry and not being able to do anything about it-

he clenches his jaw, on some level recognizing the tension and knowing he should probably calm down, but it's all still so fresh and raw that thinking back on it...]

...one of the hours...it's foggy, but- everyone hated it. [almost everyone. didn't some not care? he reaches up to rub at his head, grimacing] Guess I hated it enough to crack right before.

[ She frowns and rests her chin on top of his head. Shh, shh. It's okay. Calm down. Have some tits. ]

So what do you do now? Got your physio all set up? Got a shrink?

[physio, yes. shrink...

well, the government is certainly willing to offer those, but he doesn't want one of theirs. maybe it's the programming, maybe it's something else, but he hadn't even given any serious thought to it until now.

and that's only because he knows Harley won't let it go. it's a testament to their friendship, though, that it serves as a start to him considering, and...then he exhales, heavily.]

I...could use a recommendation for the latter. If you know any good ones.

[whether Harley recognizes the concession for what it is, it's a large one for him.]

Edited 2016-03-07 18:07 (UTC)

[ She runs her fingers through his hair as she thinks it over. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I can get you in with someone. Not Chilton. Definitely not Crane. You aren't still having those little playdates with him, are you?

And if I was?

[you know. hypothetically speaking. any puppy eyes are completely unintentional and created mostly by him trying not to focus on her tracts of land]

That's over. It's not a request.

Next time he schedules some one on one time, you tell me and I will go sort him out.

[oh, Harley. all he can think about is how you're the one who gave him the idea in the first place. he meets her gaze for a long few moments, then exhales and leans in to her]

That won't be necessary.

[ She tightens her arms around him and leans her forehead against his. It's an awkward angle for her neck, but she's flexible. And stubborn. Maybe even more of the latter. ]

Not necessary because you're not gonna mess with him again, or because you think you can hide it from me if you do?

I can't promise I won't- engage him, but no more sessions. No more visits. [that's something, right? he unconsciously tilts his neck to give her a slightly more accommodating position] Fair?

Fair.

[ She trails light kisses over his forehead and temple down his cheek. ]

Oh, Robert. Robert, you are a lot of work, you know that?

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