I'm not the type of man who shares other people's secrets, even with someone I respect.
[ In short; his secret is safe with him, he's not about to rat him out -- but he wishes he could see the face he was making when he thought he was going to. He flashes him a quick, mischievous smile, before taking hold of his hand so he can get to work tending to it. A dirty trick for sure but it was effective ruse, he probably wouldn't have let him closer otherwise.
The tension, however, is something he can't and won't ignore. ]
See? I'm real, I wouldn't be able to grab you if I wasn't.
[ Not entirely true, he's still dealing with fond memories of the shade on the second floor who decided to try and wring his neck. Now that he's closer, Robby might be able to make out the faint outline of the finger marks still clinging to his neck, peeking out from under his collar. He's not exactly trying to hide them, after all. He's already had time to self-destruct over seeing his old (and deceased) friend coming for his life, there's no sense adding to the kid's anxiety by looking skittish himself.
Upon realizing that Robby is correct, it's just a graze, he begins dabbing some ointment on it before tearing off part of the gauze to start the process of wrapping the finger. A small cut but it's better safe than sorry. He doesn't even look up as he chimes in again, only glancing up after he says what he has to say. ]
If you keep biting it like that, it's going to bleed.
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[ In short; his secret is safe with him, he's not about to rat him out -- but he wishes he could see the face he was making when he thought he was going to. He flashes him a quick, mischievous smile, before taking hold of his hand so he can get to work tending to it. A dirty trick for sure but it was effective ruse, he probably wouldn't have let him closer otherwise.
The tension, however, is something he can't and won't ignore. ]
See? I'm real, I wouldn't be able to grab you if I wasn't.
[ Not entirely true, he's still dealing with fond memories of the shade on the second floor who decided to try and wring his neck. Now that he's closer, Robby might be able to make out the faint outline of the finger marks still clinging to his neck, peeking out from under his collar. He's not exactly trying to hide them, after all. He's already had time to self-destruct over seeing his old (and deceased) friend coming for his life, there's no sense adding to the kid's anxiety by looking skittish himself.
Upon realizing that Robby is correct, it's just a graze, he begins dabbing some ointment on it before tearing off part of the gauze to start the process of wrapping the finger. A small cut but it's better safe than sorry. He doesn't even look up as he chimes in again, only glancing up after he says what he has to say. ]
If you keep biting it like that, it's going to bleed.