[ he just calls em ilke he sees em, robbie. don't be mad about being handsome. that's something most people envy.

eliot's laying back on one of benches when robbie arrives, legs hanging off the end because this is apparently what it's like being the tallest person here. robbie can probably relate. his cane is balanced across his hips, and his earlier wandering makes the rest feel that much more gratifying. his eyes are closed, head titled back. there haven't been shadows around right now, but he's not completely unaware of his surroundings.

that's why he opens his eyes and tilts his head up when he hears someone approaching. and it's robbie. thank christ. he lets his head fall back against the bench and sighs. ]

If only this world were so merciful.

Yeah. Haven't been able to find any real painkillers since getting here, so. And even that helps with fighting infection.