@chestbloom ( roy ) : [ STOP ] sender takes receiver’s hand to stop them from walking away from them.
he really should’ve known better than to think it would be as simple as just, leaving. he’s never been good at this ; give him a small army to wage war with, thugs to beat into the concrete — each faced down with every ounce of stubborn willpower he possessed and not an inch of ground given up.
but plant him in the face of earnest care and he’s knocked with little to no grace from his sure footing. ( roy shouldn’t even be out here, why is he out here — ).
maybe it’s the surprise that sticks the red hood to the spot, as much as the hand wrapped firmly around his glove ; as much as what’s being asked of him, what he’s not being allowed to walk away from. “ i don’t — roy are you seriously asking me not to do my job right now? ”