Robert’s lack of words for a while seems to make Damien a little anxious, although he’s not entirely surprised by it. He is probably trying to come to terms with it all. He’s glad for the small mercies, like the way Robert relaxes just the smallest amount when he realizes that okay, maybe this actually is Damien.
Then he speaks, which helps Damien relax just a bit more. He chuckles softly, although he knows there’s part of Robert that is serious when he says that. “Fair enough…” he says softly.
Damien paused and looks at the deer with a small frown “Ah… no.. do you have a shovel?” He asks. An odd question perhaps “I… don’t want to leave her there like that… it might seem… strange but I’d a least like to bury her.” He explains as he rubs his arm, he’s avoiding making eye contact with robert. “If not… I suppose I won’t have a choice but to leave her here. I suppose at least then she could feed scavengers..” he muses softly as he glances at the deer briefly before he looks back to Robert.
That’s… a big-ass deer. It wouldn’t really be a matter of digging out a grave with their hands. (Which is something Robert has done before, actually, and the memory rises up before he can stop it. He and a nine-year-old Val out tromping through the woods, so little conversation between them because even then they were already growing distant… but in that moment they stumbled upon a dead raven, this big ol bird with its legs sticking up in the air all stupid, and Val was so oddly touched by it that she told him she wished they could bury it. And it had been so long since she had confided something like that to him that he plum got on his knees and started digging with his hands. They both did…)
He clears his throat, making it more of a gruff noise.
“I don’t usually take walks with shovels, no,” he says dryly. But he scans his flashlight along the ground, searching.
“… We can pile some leaves on it or something,” he offers. “Give it a little dignity at least before its forest buddies come eat it.”
Without confirmation, he starts casually scrounging, picking up big handfuls of vaguely damp leaves off the forest floor. He approaches Damien a little slowly and warily, bending quite deliberately to drop his first leaf scoop onto the deer’s flank.
Damien doesn’t seem too interested in sucking his blood so… that’s a good sign so far.
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