Tweetie

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"You're crushing my legs."

"Shut up, you're gonna wake Tweetie up."

"I want my legs back."

"Make a Kickstarter or something if you're that desperate."

"But-"

"Ha, kick-starter... Get it? 'Cause legs."

"Osc, you were the one who decided you wanted to lay across the entire space."

"Yeah, but I need to pee. I didn't need to pee when I went to sleep."

"Seriously, you guys are gonna wake Tweetie, let her rest."

Robin wasn't entirely willing to mention that she was already awake and had been for the past five minutes. Though, defining 'awake' wasn't on the day's agenda, and she didn't know if trying to go back to sleep after waking counted as being awake.

She could feel the movements, the shuffles from Oscar who used her legs as pillows, the soft breathing from Ryan who's chest became more pillow than body part, and his lingering fingers wide awake and grazing gently over her palms as he inspected the scars from glass and trailed his fingertips over them.

"I'm awake," she finally muttered out.

"Don't tell them that," Ryan shushed her, and she immediately felt a sense of deja vu. Though, slightly twisted from how it originally happened.

"Please let me pee."

"Fine," Joel gave in, lifting his own legs from Oscar's to allow him up from the couches pushed together. Nobody else moved, but, it was enough for Oscar to shove them away so he could dart to the bathroom on numb feet.

The day was brighter, the house glowed and it was, honestly, a mess. Blankets were thrown about, some hung over their heads in a bad attempt at a blanket fort made while she slept, pizza boxes were scattered and the smell of both food and sweat lingered. None of them cared.

She knew she couldn't stay, as much as she had wanted to. She needed to go, to search herself for what she didn't want to see.

"What's wrong?"

She glanced up, noticing that Fox had spoken, looking at her as she felt as though she made no shifts or movements to indicate any sort of sadness. But he knew, and she realised that he often knew a lot.

"I need to go back to my apartment," she said, sinking down Ryan who let her hand go and instead, tangled his fingers in her mess of unclean hair. He, like the others, didn't care. She had more important things to think about than her hair. "And his apartment. Then, I don't know what I'll do. Oh God, what am I doing with my life."

"You don't need to panic," Leo reminded her, "you're eighteen, not seventy. You have time."

"Tweetie," Joel's sweetened voice caught her, forcing her to glance towards him with eyes still tired but for once, a little livelier from actually getting some sleep. "You know how we all know who you are now, and how you have your own apartment-?"

"Are you asking to see my apartment?"

"Maybe."

"It's... kinda..." her words faded from her mind. she didn't even know how to begin to describe her apartment. Messy? Terrible? A place that felt and meant absolutely nothing to her? She could understand the interest, it had been her life for years, it was the home of a detective. But, it was a place that never felt quite right to her. "Alright, if you want."

"Hell yeah!"

"Is this a group invitation? Because I'm honestly kinda curious too." Leo asked, his smile soft and wonky.