My best friend is currently being tortured by a clown who thinks it's funny that he seems to reset when knocked unconscious. I've got a bad knee that goes with the fact that healing fast doesn't always mean healing right. So he's going to need comfort and friends until the Robin's ready to fly again.
[Because Bart isn't even allowing the thought to form that Tim might not survive.]
I can make soup and sandwiches and general stuff okay. But cocoa is traditional for these kinds of things.
[For a moment, Bart resists, because the last thing he wants to do is break down before they're out of the woods, but finally, he relaxes, squeezing back to make certain David knows he appreciates the offer.]
I have to hold together for now. I can do that. And, well, I do know how to do basic trauma response and stuff. So it won't be impossible. We've got a lot of stuff to run down, and the numbers are messy.
Right now what I really need is a bit of harmless distraction. There's nothing I can really add to the brain trust, and until it's time for things like civilian evac or whatever, my powers don't add much. Too visible, for one thing.
[Bart's thought a lot of this through, many times over. It's not great, knowing you're mostly useless, but he is doing his best to focus one what he can achieve in the endeavors.]
[Sometimes the only time you get to break down is while you're still in the thick of the woods and you've got someone to watch your back.]
I understand, but please remember I'm here to support you if you need it, Bart. I swear it. Now come on, I'm going to teach you how to do this, and that starts with the milk.
I know. I'll keep you posted, but I'll probably drag him to the farm so I can keep an eye on him for at least a few days before letting Robin bury himself in work. But it's going to be the three of us for a bit, I think.
[He leaves it at that, though. Because he doesn't have more to say on the matter, and learning to cook comfort foods is probably the most productive thing he can manage right now.]
I'd ask about cookies, but I already know your opinions on baking...
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[Because Bart isn't even allowing the thought to form that Tim might not survive.]
I can make soup and sandwiches and general stuff okay. But cocoa is traditional for these kinds of things.
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[Yeah, time for another hug. A very serious hug. This is David embracing you the way you need embraced.]
You know that whatever you want, whatever you need, I'm here for you.
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I have to hold together for now. I can do that. And, well, I do know how to do basic trauma response and stuff. So it won't be impossible. We've got a lot of stuff to run down, and the numbers are messy.
Right now what I really need is a bit of harmless distraction. There's nothing I can really add to the brain trust, and until it's time for things like civilian evac or whatever, my powers don't add much. Too visible, for one thing.
[Bart's thought a lot of this through, many times over. It's not great, knowing you're mostly useless, but he is doing his best to focus one what he can achieve in the endeavors.]
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I understand, but please remember I'm here to support you if you need it, Bart. I swear it. Now come on, I'm going to teach you how to do this, and that starts with the milk.
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[He leaves it at that, though. Because he doesn't have more to say on the matter, and learning to cook comfort foods is probably the most productive thing he can manage right now.]
I'd ask about cookies, but I already know your opinions on baking...
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sounds good
[It's the best thing he could offer Bart.]
I have no negative opinions on baking. I'm just bad at it. Now come on, let's do this lesson.