[Robin is starting to understand why people go to New York when they want to run away. Speaking as someone who is somewhat running away himself, the idea that you could simply disappear into a city and no one knows who you are but more to the point no one cares reminds him of London in a way that eases some of the home sickness just a little.
He doesn't regret leaving London - after losing his parents, it's what he and Maude both needed. But he does miss feeling like he belonged. He's working on the latter, though.
This also isn't to say that weird things don't happen in New York, but it's still better than being mired in misery in London.
He's currently leaning against one of the support poles when the car shifts and he catches a glimpse of a familiar face through the swaying passengers. Not someone he knows, no. But someone he's seen.
In his dreams.
Sadly that is not a line, handsome as the mystery man is. He's not normally that clever. No, he means his literal dreams, and occasionally day dreams that have becoming much more frequent since that weird night at the end of September. He's seen this particular handsome face, multiple times, always in this scenario - two men on a train, going about their days. The sense of deja vu is so strong that he thinks he might be dreaming again, but he's not.
Needing to get to the bottom of this, more so for his own sanity than anything else, he very carefully starts to weave his way through the crowd until he's close enough that he can say:]
Apologies if this is a commuter faux pas, but have we met before?
( the train rattles him along. his awareness is highly attune after baltimore, so someone maneuvering their way into his personal space, or even near it, gets his attention.
moreso when he's as handsom as this stranger is. and gives a line like that. )
I'm not a native New Yorker, so I say make your own rules. ( he's a little distracted by the handsomness and caught off guard, but he still tries to sense motive (8) ) But, no, I am really sorry to say we haven't met before.
[Fortunately for Luke, Robin is unfortunately earnest at times, to the point where people are not really sure why he became a lawyer - probably because he isn't sure why he became a lawyer beyond it being the family business. He doesn't have to roll high to see the flicker of uncertainty on his face, before nodding his agreement.]
Just a odd case of deja vu, I suppose. I've been having a bit of that lately. Sorry to have bothered you.
[And with that he's going to step back, and go back to his regular commute. Because why would Luke want to keep talking to this weirdo? Robin can't say he would in a similar instance.]
( maybe it's because Robin comes off as earnest. there's something he can't put his finger on that intrigues him. his handsomeness doesn't hurt. who's sorry? not Luke.
by the next stop, the car shifts and a family of four pushes Luke to the next pole - and back into Robin's vicinity.
he leans forward. )
Sorry to bother you, but you look like someone who I just met. He was quiet, handsome, and backed off way too soon.
[He glances up and he can't help the slow smile that crosses across his face. He does love the flirting bit. The ease of the banter, the gentle testing of boundaries. He didn't expect him to take the opportunity, but he's glad Luke did.]
Well, I may be new in town, but I do know that there is a very thin line before flirting on the tube becomes creepy instead of charming. I tend to prefer err on the side of charming.
No, nothing like that. Just more ... I had people I could reach out to if needed. I mean, I can likely still reach out to them but can't ask them to go round for a pint.
( He smiles, his thinking exactly. He holds his hand out. There's room for a phone in it, unless he goes analog and pulls out something lawyerly, like a pad. )
[He reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out his personal phone - double checks to make sure it's the personal phone - before passing it over for him to put in his contact in.]
Good. I do have a busy job so it may mostly be texting.
( Luke puts his number in, pulling his own out so he can call it. Despite them being on the Subway, Luke's phone rings and he turns it to face Robin.
ending the call, he clicks the number her called to add his own information to Robin's. he hesitates a second to make sure he does want it before giving his information over. )
[He does catch the hesitation (10), but he doesn't know what to read into this. He figures that if he gets sent to a wrong number, he got the wrong idea. But it's probably not a conversation to have on the subway.
He takes his phone back with a smile when he's done. Then his station is announced and he blinks.]
And unfortunately that's me. But talk later, yeah?
[But with that, the doors open and he steps off, going to head back home where Maud is waiting, and will likely roast him for meeting a boy on the subway.]
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He doesn't regret leaving London - after losing his parents, it's what he and Maude both needed. But he does miss feeling like he belonged. He's working on the latter, though.
This also isn't to say that weird things don't happen in New York, but it's still better than being mired in misery in London.
He's currently leaning against one of the support poles when the car shifts and he catches a glimpse of a familiar face through the swaying passengers. Not someone he knows, no. But someone he's seen.
In his dreams.
Sadly that is not a line, handsome as the mystery man is. He's not normally that clever. No, he means his literal dreams, and occasionally day dreams that have becoming much more frequent since that weird night at the end of September. He's seen this particular handsome face, multiple times, always in this scenario - two men on a train, going about their days. The sense of deja vu is so strong that he thinks he might be dreaming again, but he's not.
Needing to get to the bottom of this, more so for his own sanity than anything else, he very carefully starts to weave his way through the crowd until he's close enough that he can say:]
Apologies if this is a commuter faux pas, but have we met before?
so offend
moreso when he's as handsom as this stranger is. and gives a line like that. )
I'm not a native New Yorker, so I say make your own rules. ( he's a little distracted by the handsomness and caught off guard, but he still tries to sense motive (8) ) But, no, I am really sorry to say we haven't met before.
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Just a odd case of deja vu, I suppose. I've been having a bit of that lately. Sorry to have bothered you.
[And with that he's going to step back, and go back to his regular commute. Because why would Luke want to keep talking to this weirdo? Robin can't say he would in a similar instance.]
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by the next stop, the car shifts and a family of four pushes Luke to the next pole - and back into Robin's vicinity.
he leans forward. )
Sorry to bother you, but you look like someone who I just met. He was quiet, handsome, and backed off way too soon.
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Well, I may be new in town, but I do know that there is a very thin line before flirting on the tube becomes creepy instead of charming. I tend to prefer err on the side of charming.
[He shifts, before extending a hand out to him.]
Robin.
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( he holds the pole with one hand and gladly shakes with his other. )
And mission accomplished on charming. Though, I did give you help there. Next time, just jump to the flirting.
( not that there's going to be a next time. he'd like to be "this time." )
You're from England?
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[It's been an adjustment, these past few months, moving from one city to another, but they're starting to get the rhythm of it.]
My sister got into NYU and we both decided we could use a fresh start, as it were. Are you a local?
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( Parker siblings are always cagey with their backgrounds. Oregon is a no when you're just meeting someone. )
How are you liking it?
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[He reaches up to rub at the back of his neck.]
Currently I've been studying for the bar, but once that's done I'll make friends not from work, I suppose.
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( Are they known there? )
The legal bar?
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No, nothing like that. Just more ... I had people I could reach out to if needed. I mean, I can likely still reach out to them but can't ask them to go round for a pint.
[He nods to the second question though.]
And yes, the legal bar.
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( He can see that. )
Friendships, up for grabs.
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The people I work with have been lovely, truly. But a lot of what we have to talk about is work, and sometimes you need to talk about something else.
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( For example. )
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It helps when chatting up equally handsome strangers on the tube.
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( He ducks his head, too, leaning forward, his smile forming with ease. )
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[See how smooth that was? Totally smooth. Maybe his game isn't as rusty as he thought.]
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I think I can do that.
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Good. I do have a busy job so it may mostly be texting.
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ending the call, he clicks the number her called to add his own information to Robin's. he hesitates a second to make sure he does want it before giving his information over. )
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He takes his phone back with a smile when he's done. Then his station is announced and he blinks.]
And unfortunately that's me. But talk later, yeah?
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Yeah. Please. You have my number now. You should use it.
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[But with that, the doors open and he steps off, going to head back home where Maud is waiting, and will likely roast him for meeting a boy on the subway.]