[ yes that's absolutely the plan, except... not. what he wants is to get tim back into his own staked out territory, somewhere secure and slightly defensible, where the others know better than to intrude.
there's no thought in his head that he should be demanding names or answers. the uniform is red, it's robin. robin surrounded, alone, and needing protection, and there's something about the way he smells, kevlar and leather, that's like a fist knotted in his nerves, commanding his attention.
their attackers stumble along after them, not so much chasing as trailing, and jason yanks tim in close to him, pinning him bodily to the wall in a dark corner while the other infected rush past them until the tunnel goes quiet. he still hasn't let go of tim's hand, clasped palm to palm and pressed to the bricks, breathing raggedly against him. ]
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there's no thought in his head that he should be demanding names or answers. the uniform is red, it's robin. robin surrounded, alone, and needing protection, and there's something about the way he smells, kevlar and leather, that's like a fist knotted in his nerves, commanding his attention.
their attackers stumble along after them, not so much chasing as trailing, and jason yanks tim in close to him, pinning him bodily to the wall in a dark corner while the other infected rush past them until the tunnel goes quiet. he still hasn't let go of tim's hand, clasped palm to palm and pressed to the bricks, breathing raggedly against him. ]