Feeling the boy stiffen next to him sent Edgar into a panic. What did he say wrong? Should he backtrack and try to make this better? Or maybe just ask? Biting his lip, the vampire desperately thought back to their brief conversation to figure out where he might have misstepped.
Finally he just came out with it, “what’s wrong Wren?” If he had messed up and upset Wren, he was determined to do anything he possibly could to right it.
Edgar perked up as Robin returned, still the anxiety welling up in his chest. He took the water bottle with a small thanks. “I’d love to play some games,” he said, before glancing between the two Finches. “But if you’d rather it just be the two of you I totally understand,” he added quickly. Edgar wasn’t entirely sure if that was directed more to Robin or Wren specifically.
“I hadn’t seen my dad in half a year,” the boy commented, somewhat under his breath, not taking into account the fact that the other, being a vampire, would be able to hear him. Of course, as far as Finn was aware, supernatural beings altogether didn’t exist and, as such, everything had to have some mundane explanation - no matter how twisted. “Did they not want to see me?” He didn’t doubt Ava didn’t want him around, truth be told, but that was between the two of them, not their father’s boyfriend or whatever.
“Are any of the booths giving out video games?” he asked, not a beat too late, standing up with the balled up napkin in his hand, taking a small sip of his soda to help the snack go down. It was a long way down to travel, anyhow. “Actually, can I meet up with you guys later? Some of my friends are around, too, and they wanted to hang out.” His shoulders went up in a slightly defensive gesture as he looked from one man to the other, expression hopeful. “I don’t know what time your guys’ bedtime is and all.” What with their old, advanced age.
There seemed to be very little general quorum to his suggestion but, Robin wasn’t one to grow disheartened so quickly. He snorted slightly at the feeling of being somewhat lightly roasted by his own child, reaching up a hand to run it through Wren’s hair. “I promise, my bedtime is still later than your curfew.” How cheeky of him. “I -- That’s good, you being with your friends. Just... keep your phone on you at all times, yes? I’ll pick up, whatever you need.” Whatever he might come across. Some others... didn’t particularly seem to care about hiding their otherness.
He wasn’t blind, either, to the slightly hooded expression in his son’s eyes. Wren’s mouth twisted in a slight grimace before he nodded his acceptance on the very few conditions his father passed onto him, saying nothing but a muted ‘thanks’ as more money was put into his hands, then sparing a glance towards the vampire. “We’ll -- I’ll come find you. Later.” With very little decorum for public displays of affection, he leaned in to kiss the top of the teenager’s head, managing to make him blush and squeak out a ‘later’ and a nod in Edgar’s general direction before he was scurrying off.
“I... I don’t know how to classify that. Are you okay?” Robin wondered, his gaze returning to his boyfriend once he lost sight of Wren, keeping more space between them than he really preferred. Why was it that his hand was constantly being pulled towards Edgar’s? Were they magnetically linked? “I can still try to win you a gift, or two. Maybe Allen and Poe will like me better if I do that.” Were birds and rats meant to get along, however?
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