𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𖣠 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊? [Rinney]

III : I watched you change

In spite of Robin's depraved thoughts weeks prior, the conscience of Finney worrying over him was a relieving sensation that he found himself plunging into, finding comfort at the mere thought in the past week. He was still there - he was alive in Finney's mind.

November was over, and December had started. It started to snow again, and he found himself not finding it as nagging as he used to - it was rather pleasant even if the amount (for his summer taste) was a little excessive. Socks soaked? For sure. Bothersome? A little less.

The only thing that concerned him was Vance's bickering with Bruce that was slowly becoming more heated. Eventually matters progressed and they had fought.

"I don't understand why he's still hanging around with Finney after he dropped us, acting like nothing happened if he decided to be friends with the douchebags he's also friends with. Then he came against me saying 'they're not douchebags', but we know damn well they are-" Vance looked up at Robin shortly before class started. "And Donna. Pushing Bruce aside, what the fuck is her deal? What the fuck is Finney's deal? Since he started dating her things went to shit." Robin sighed, looking down at his lap and Vance pressed his lips together. "...Sorry."

For the record, Bruce was a hard one to fight with. Being the shabbiest person alive, he was nothing else other than chill . He sometimes looked like he had smoked a blunt or some weed, or marihuana. The calmest and sunniest guy you could come across. Robin guessed that Vance was the one who initiated the fight first.

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First week of December: snowy. Incredibly snowy. Robin liked to watch the snowflakes flying down, swaying from side to side like a dance and tainting his swarthy skin.

It was a sunny day, and Robin hang his head backward as he sat on the bench of the main park. Denver was just like a desert: hollow under every aspect. Hollow of people, hollow of colors and hollow of nature. Leaves fell and crumbled on themselves, upsetting the sun that covered itself behind the grey clouds.

Griffin was the best companion so far. Quiet and smart. Nobody you had to forcefully talk to. Just a small, young lad that silently enjoyed company.

"Vance has been awfully quiet lately." Griffin said out of the blue as Robin sank his frozen nose deeper further in his scarf.

"I thought you liked it that way."

"Vance isn't Vance without being loud," He turned to Robin, dry grey eyes landing on his black ones. "Just like you aren't you without him. You can see when something's wrong from miles away."

Robin's purple eye had fully recovered. It still hurt if you pushed against his bulb area's flesh, but it was overall fine. The whisperings haven't ceased yet, still being around. Robin hasn't seen Moose the whole week of December, and it was fine that way.