( continued from skype @slightlywrites )
the look on robin’s face had been tearing him apart. he could see the other was torn between wanting to help him and wanting to cry; drew definitely didn’t want robin to do the latter. “ i j-just...you know.” he kicked at the ground quietly. “ i needed money.” was all he said, eyes falling to the bruises covering his knuckles. “ if you think this looks bad though, you should have seen the other guy, robin-- swear i gave the guy a good ‘knucklesandwich’.” his childish terminology was his way of hoping to cheer up robin. this was the exact reason why he hadn’t wanted to tell his roommate what his job was or what he did on his free time. he didn’t want anyone to feel bad or pity him and especially not robin. he never wanted to see the other boy with a frown on his face because of him. “ you’re not going to cry, right?” drew’s fingers grasped robin’s cheek and he brushed his thumb against the other’s skin. “ i don’t want you to ever cry over me. then i’ll feel like a dick for it whenever i see you.”