[ He doesn't expect anything else to come from this. He'd help the misfire come to that on purpose, the idea of someone uninvolved in the original conversation knowing who this was about, the participants -- maybe it could be guessed with enough boredom and sleuthing, but Robby wasn't going to help it along. That was that, and he could go back to the subject with the person he'd meant the message for, forget this small hiccup (if sheepishly).
But then the other text comes through, late. It's a notification that Robby's unsure of what it could be at first, but he reads it after a minute. And then there's a minute after, a minute after that one.
Because it's difficult, isn't it? When you want to hope for a better outcome, and when you can never decide if, ultimately, the problem is you. Some people are fools who still want a dad after years of never having one.
Robby doesn't respond, but the message is marked read -- and it leaves a mark too, with him. ]
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But then the other text comes through, late. It's a notification that Robby's unsure of what it could be at first, but he reads it after a minute. And then there's a minute after, a minute after that one.
Because it's difficult, isn't it? When you want to hope for a better outcome, and when you can never decide if, ultimately, the problem is you. Some people are fools who still want a dad after years of never having one.
Robby doesn't respond, but the message is marked read -- and it leaves a mark too, with him. ]