[voice | Robin]

[pixieboots]

[ The silence in the background is full and steady, which makes the fast, uneven breathing behind the tablet a little more out of place than it might have been. ]

My friend, he- Jericho. [ a huffed breath out. ]

They- it wasn’t even an accident. He didn’t have a pulse when I... when I got here. [ not a certainty, the accident part. but a guess. a good guess his head's rushing to already, but he's too upset, too angry to think it through right now. ]

I don’t know how long it’s been but you- you could tell that with the right equipment. With the fractures and the head trauma that’s- that’s a lot of- [ work to do is what he doesn’t say.

no he won’t say that. ]

Whatever it takes, I’ll- whatever the white coats use to bring people back, we’ve gotta use that. There has to be a way, there just...

There has to be.

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[pixieboots]

Guess that's one thing we have in common. [ She looks so sad, and this time he knows it's because he'd made her sad. He reaches out to touch her arm, but... he stops just short of getting there. His gloves are bloody and awful.

He never should have made her come down here. ]

...Just forget I said that. I shouldn't have said anything.

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[ she shakes her head and puts her hand in his. a little blood isn't going to scare her away from him. ]

No, it's alright. I'm happy to talk if it helps you understand. [ if it keeps him from getting lost in guilt like she was for so long. after a beat, she goes on. ] Can I give you a hug?

[ she could use one herself right now, and she bets he could do with one too. ]

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[ He should say something else, he knows. That she's still Supergirl and it doesn't matter what happened before - not really - because she'll always come out on top in the end. That he knows that more than he knows almost anything else because it's the only way anyone super knows how to be. That it's all he's ever wanted to be, as brave and special as he knows she is.

Instead he just reaches out clumsily, wrapping his arms tight around her middle and ducking his head down before she can look at his face again. ]

...You just had to ask.

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[ it's always hard, hugging people. what kara really wants to do is hold dick tight. but crushing him to her chest could quite literally crush him, so she settles for curling one arm around him while the fingers of her other hand cards through his hair. ]

Thanks.

[ for the hug. for trusting her. for believing in her, which is better than the trust, honestly. ]

It's gonna be okay, you know. He'll be alright and we'll figure out who did this to him.