GP - London Calling

[mist_mods]

It had been months now, and London remained. The mist hadn't rolled back in, they hadn't all been dragged back to the icy beaches, and life was normal. ...Sort of. ...At least for the people who'd started in London. For others it was like being dumped somewhere new again, forced to either try and make their way home, or build a new life in a new city.

(OTA! London is here to stay, though the mist is still lurking, waiting to creep back in now and then.)

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[prince_of_nymphs]

He had, but the smug little smirk put him off slightly.

Shrugging one shoulder, Fin took a step back. "Felt like we were having a moment, I guess."

[goodfellow]

Robin's face fell, and then he sighed softly. "Seriously, Fin?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"What?" the fae asked, not sure why he felt like he was being scolded.

[goodfellow]

"It's just... it's so easy to wound you, even accidentally. Can't you give me the benefit of the doubt? I'm not perfect, but you know I don't meant to hurt you feelings just by... I don't know, being me."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm not wounded, I just- You get so smug, and it's- I dunno, intimidating, I guess," Fin said awkwardly. "Didn't mean to upset you or whatever."

[goodfellow]

Robin reminded himself the promise he'd just made - that he would not conflate old Fin with new Fin.

"It's different, being back here," he said. "Especially here." And gestured to his office. "A lot of memories."

[prince_of_nymphs]

Fin followed the gesture, looking back into the office.

"Did you spend a lot of time here?" he asked. "I suppose you must have, it being your business and all."

[goodfellow]

"I did," Robin said. He pointed to the other door leading out of the office, not the one they'd come into. "There's a bed next door. Sometimes I just sleep here."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Seems a bit lonely, sleeping a few walls away from a dance floor- Though I suppose it isn't for you. You're magnetic, I imagine alone is something you only are when you want to be."

[goodfellow]

"I'm rarely alone," Robin said, choosing the word carefully because alone was a very different thing than lonely.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I envy that," Fin said softly.

[goodfellow]

Robin arched an eyebrow. "Are you?" he asked. "Frequently alone?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"No. ...I mean, I dunno. I have friends here, people I love and care about, but- I'm missing something, I'm just not sure what it is," Fin shrugged.

[goodfellow]

"There's a difference between being alone and being lonely," Robin said with a shrug. He finished his cigarette as well then and stubbed it out. "You want to go back inside?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"To the club? No, not really, it's not my scene, if I'm honest. I'm enjoying just talking- One on one is much more me. I understand if you want to go back though," Fin assured him.

[goodfellow]

"I just meant into my office," Robin said. "It's starting to get a bit cold."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Oh, right, sorry," Fin said awkwardly, looking embarrassed.

[goodfellow]

Robin only smiled at him. "Come on," he said, and slid open the door to let them back in. He immediately walked over to a wine rack and pulled out a bottle. "Want some?"

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Sure. Though I'm, um, medicated now. So I've got to be careful," Fin confessed. "Finally saw a doctor."

[goodfellow]

"A psychiatrist?" Robin said, looking interested as he looked over at him.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"Yeah," Fin said softly, glancing away. "Greg referred me to them."

[goodfellow]

"And you're, uh, feeling better?" Robin asked, turning away from him now to pour two glasses of wine.

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I am," Fin said honestly. "I mean, I still have bad days sometimes, but it's not like before. Not even close. ... There's been some side effects too, like my appetite's been shit, but my management quite likes that. They think the weight loss makes me more distinct, gives me a bolder look on camera. I can't say that I disagree."

[goodfellow]

Robin had thought Fin looked thin, which he'd found pretty bizarre considering they'd come from the land of shit food before this.

He frowned. "You're supposed to be helping your health, not making it worse."

[prince_of_nymphs]

"I'm fine," Fin replied, waving off the concern. If he wasn't, he was sure his management would have voiced their concern rather than encourage him. Fin had a lot of faith in people that way.

"What about you though, how have you been?" he asked as he leaned against the desk. "I mean, what have you been up to since getting back, other than running this place?"