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Ghost-Like Tears.

Summary:

Finney was crying.

It was understandable, of course. Honestly Robin was shocked he hadn’t cried before this. He had, somehow, kept his composure. But now he was shattering. His closed off wall of emotions had collapsed, showing his true feelings and it hit Robin like a punch right through the heart.

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My friend gave me the idea, so when they gets accepted into ao3 I’ll tag them in this for credits!

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Finney was crying.

It was understandable, of course. Honestly Robin was shocked he hadn’t cried before this. He had, somehow, kept his composure. But now he was shattering. His closed off wall of emotions had collapsed, showing his true feelings and it hit Robin like a punch right through the heart.

He had never actually seen him cry before. Sure, he’s heard faint sniffles from bathroom stalls and maybe even teary eyes, but never full on crying. Finn was letting out wails, the back of his head pressed against the corner of the wall like he was trying to phase through it. His knees tucked into his chest, curling in on himself.

He looked absolutely miserable.

Robin kneeled next to him, bloodied and scarred palms aching when they pressed against the floor. Finn didn’t seem to notice him, stuck in his own wave of grief. Robin had to blink back his own set of tears.

He wasn’t one to cry often, but damn if this didn’t almost push him over the edge. To see his abnormally calm, level headed best friend break down was heart-breaking. Robin took an deep breath, ignoring Vance’s leaving form in the back of the room. He had already got after him for throwing those bottles at Finn, but he’ll do it again later for good measure.

His mouth blubbered out useless comfort, knowing his Finn couldn’t hear him. He’d never been one for comforting. Yeah, he’d gotten comfort when he was young and even now, but he had never picked up on the very important life skill. He wished he had, just for the broken boy in-front of him. 

How he aches to put him back together, to mold the pieces back into shape and reveal his previously happy best friend, back to smiles and grins and not sobbing in a basement. How he aches to hold him, or even just bump shoulders in the way they always did before. A show of affection, to show that they were there, even if both sucked at expressing it.

Finn let out another agonizing wail, and it felt like it was echoing along the rough concrete walls. Robin bit down on his lip so hard that if he was alive he’s sure he would’ve tasted blood. Tears stream down Finn’s flushed face, and it just feels like instinct to try and wipe them away, as if wiping away the troubles with them.

His hand phases right through his Finn’s face. Finn shivers lightly. Robin allows himself to let out a helpless cry, unable to comfort the boy. Finn had always comforted him, wrapping up his injuries and bruises in thick white bandages, or even just gently coaching him not to each so much candy at the theaters so he doesn’t get a cavity.

Robin wanted to go to the theaters with Finn. He wanted to hold onto his arm and point out the bad, horribly made scenes of the movies. He wanted to patch up all of his wounds and care for him. But he had lost his chance, and now he has to deal with the consequences.

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