Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

One Hundred Eighteen

"So...how sure are you? Like just a little sure, like maybe it could be a thing, or like maybe he has a fatherly persona-" Robert starts, but I growl, pacing in front of him restlessly in his trailer.

"I don't know, I just know!" I answer frantically, cutting him off.

My hands run through my hair, my blood boiling. I'm stressed. I'm trying to explain, but I still haven't made sense of anything. And Robert...Robert's sitting on the bed, his forehead against his hands, which are supported on either knee as he hunches over and thinks.

"He said 'little mouse', Bobby," I whine, stopping and staring at the wall, one hand resting on my lower back against my hip in defeat. "No one knows that except the people who have seen that book!"

He rubs his temple, sighing heavily. "Have you talked to your mom about this yet?"

"No," I snap, shooting him a glare. "I don't want anything to do with her right now! Either of them!"

"Rach," he tries, his eyes pleading. "I've been here, okay. I've dealt with lying parents, being out of the loop, but-"

"Don't try to preach your drug issues on me!" I interrupt, cutting him off, but he finishes his thought before cracking his jaw and leaving his eyes on me judgmentally.

"-maybe you need to talk to them and hear their side of the story first..." he ends slowly.

I try to steady my breathing but my heart rate is uncontrollable right now. And I know Devin's outside somewhere, probably trying to avoid Jimmy, and this is the last thing she wants to deal with right now. I let all those people down at the convention and yet again let my feelings control me...

"I'm sorry..." I mumble, shaking my head and running my hand through my hair again to straighten it out.

To my surprise, though, he exhales and sits up straight, patting his one leg with his hand in motion to sit, so I give in and sit on his lap at an angle like a child, wrapping my arms around his neck for stability. He loops his own around my waist, holding on and kissing my head gently before speaking again.

"What time does your schedule start tomorrow?" he asks delicately, his voice rumbling in my ear.

"Um...it starts at ten, but I'm not needed until eleven thirty..." I think out loud.

"Okay," he states, thinking, himself. "Stay with me tonight, we'll get dinner, talk this out... I'll arrange a place for Devin, and we'll have wardrobe here get ya all nice and fancy in the morning before you leave."

That's the first time I smile, even in the slightest, and he picks up on it. I can feel his thumbs rubbing circles in my hip, and he waits for a response, calm and collected.

"I just don't know what to do," I whisper, shaking my head and looking down at my legs swung over his own. "I've just grown up without a dad, and now here he is. And I should be happy about that, right? But I'm just...angry..."

"I know," he promises. "You're confused, and that's understandable."

"And he just shows up at a public place like that! How am I supposed to focus?!"

"That's why I think you should talk to your mom first," Robert suggests to my dismay. "What if it's just someone messing with your head?"

My lips twitch. "I can't explain it, but it just...he was so familiar...he just had this 'dad' vibe, you know?"

He hums into my ear, amused, by the sound of it. "Didn't your therapist tell you you have a thing for father figures?"

"I don't have a therapist..." I grumble, recalling my short stay in rehab once again.