2010-01-28: Olive Branch


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Summary: Dallas and Robyn talk things out and all is go.. no, better.

Date: January 28, 2010

Log Title Olive Branch

Rating: PG

Xavier Mansion - Music Room

The music room has four levels of tiers that each sit one row in a semi circle. On the floor in the semi circle is grand piano. There is a large closet on either side of the room, one filled with string instruments and the other filled with various wind and brass instruments. There are a few guitars in the back of the room next to a large variety of percussion instruments. All the instruments here are for the students to use provided they take care of them and clean any necessary parts after they use it. The room is sound proof, so once the door is closed, the music being played will not interrupt the other classrooms.

Robyn actually took the effort to lug his cello from his dorm room to the music room to get some practice in. He's been neglecting it but today he thought playing some music might actually relax him a bit. Also his father keeps asking him how's his cello playing coming along. Damn musician parents. He sits in one of the chairs with the instrument between his legs, looking at the sheet music while playing something boring and something of a classical nature. He's in a bit of 'the zone' though as he plays and Robyn's not half bad at the cello. Is he amazing, no, but he does know how to play.

Dallas wanders towards the music room looking for Robyn, since the observation deck, pool and art room turned up nothing. At the sound of the cello, he pokes his head in the door and arches his eyebrows when he sees his friend playing. He leans on the door frame and listens, watching Robyn play without interrupting for the moment.

Robyn doesn't notice Dallas for a while as he continues to play. Eventually he gets to a spot where he messes up and pauses, trying it again. He can't seem to get the fingering right with that, the quick change of strings is throwing him off a bit. After trying a few times he decides to pause for a bit and that's when he looks up and notices Dallas. "Dallas…hey…I didn't think I'd ever see you in a music room."

Dallas shrugs and says, "Normally you wouldn't. But I was looking for you." He pauses and asks, "Am I interrupting something?" Which is moderately delicate for him. "I can track you down later. Or you can find me. Whatever." He shrugs.

Robyn puts the bow on his music stand and stands up to carefully lie his cello on it's side. "I can talk if you need, what's up Dallas?" He wipes his hands on his pants to get some of the rosin that might have gotten on his bow hand off. "I was just trying to relax a bit, that's all."

Dallas says, "I just got the impression, with the whole Lucas thing last night, that there was stuff you might want to say but not say with him there." He pauses and adds, "And I'm not mad at you. I get why you did what you did. I wish you hadn't but I can see you seeing it as your only play. And I shouldn't have added my weight to what you're already carrying."

Robyn shakes his head. "I didn't tell anyone what you're doing Dallas I'm just…I'm just worried about you. A lot. I don't want to lose you, I know it sounds weird, but I really like you Dallas, as a friend. I consider you one of my closest friends here and I know we haven't known eachother long and we're as different as night and day, I don't understand your sports you don't understand my art but I like you for who I see. I had to tell cause I'm scared that I'm going to lose another person I care about." He's already trying to come to terms with the fact that Jordan might not return.

Dallas comes over and sits on one the desks, looking at Robyn. "Somebody gave the teachers enough information to haul me in and have a pretty blunt conversation with the school head-shrinker. Who is a pretty cool guy, by the way, if short on practical answers. Dude can run though. Especially for a big guy." He is keeping the conversation light, for the sake of his friend. "And you're my friend, too, Robyn. Maybe my only friend. Which is kind of sad, but that's how it is." He pauses and says, "I just wish you'd /trust/ me a little. But if you can't do that, have faith in the idea that I'm /really/ stubborn."

Robyn looks at Dallas. "I just told him that you needed help and that I was worried that you were going to kill yourself, that's all. I swear." And if Dallas wants he can have Jeri show him the letter as proof. "Because I am scared that you are going to kill yourself. What you were talking about, isn't stuff to mess around with. I do trust you Dallas, I'm just scared. I'm really scared." And it's not just because of what Dallas might do, it's everything. "And you have to have faith in the idea that I really do care about you and I'm going to try to look out for you." He says giving him a smile.

Dallas sighs and says, "I'm not dumb, Robyn. I'm doing everything carefully. But I do see where you are coming from. And like I said, I shouldn't have told you. I just got excited about progress." He looks at Robyn thoughtfully and asks, "Would you feel better if I swore that I wouldn't do anything without having a doctor there or something?" And then going on from there. "I get that your life sucks right now and I don't want to add anything to that. I am glad that you care, for what it's worth."

Robyn shakes his head. "No, I'm sorry I let you down. You trusted to tell me but I got scared. When you talk about Gamma radiation, it's not really something that's known as a good thing. Yeah the Hulk is a hero but he's also a monster." He knows a bit about the gamma stuff from the classes he's taken here. He looks up and smiles at Dallas. "No, it wouldn't make me feel better but I'm not going to be able to stop you right now, am I? Or even try to change your mind."

Dallas sighs a little and says, "I have to do what I have to do, Robyn. I'm just not good enough to do the job. And I can't wait for things to maybe get better in a couple of years." He waves that away, "But, dude. Let's not talk about it." He pulls something out of his jeans pocket. A gift card from American Outfitters. "I know they don't have a lot of stuff that's your 'thing' but I never got to spend this from Christmas. And with all this mess, shopping is a little tough right now. So, you know, I figured that if nothing else, you can get jeans and ironically outdoorsy flannels or something from there." A pause, "So, um, Happy Birthday?"

"You're good enough for me, if that means anything." Robyn says with a shrug. He takes the gift card from Dallas and chuckles. "You didn't have to get me anything, or give me this." He's not sure what to do with something like that, what would he get there? "How about to make up for a crappy day yesterday, we head out to Salem Center and hit that coffee shop, just get out of here for a little bit but not walking into the fire?" He smiles though and puts a hand on Dallas's shoulder. "Thanks though, it means a lot, the thought."

Dallas stands and nods. "Cool. I have something to do later, but the afternoon is all yours." He leans in to give Robyn an awkward quick hug and pat on the back. Obviously trying to reassure his friend, within the limits of his own insecurities. "Just give me a minute. I have to go back to my room and grab my letterman jacket from my old school." He's never worn it here because it's just bad jock etiquette. You don't fly the colors of your old team when you're on a new one. "Meet you at the front door in ten?"

Robyn nods. "Sounds good, I just have to pack up my cello first so it doesn't get ruined by some kid just banging around in here." He smile at Dallas and nods. "Thanks, you're a good friend Dallas." He says as he needs to feel normal, even if for five minutes. It'll help a lot. "Sorry I've been a huge pain in the ass lately." He says before he agrees to meet Dallas in ten.

Dallas shrugs, "Look who you're talking to. That's like the Tea Cups apologizing to the Roller Coaster for making people a little dizzy." He grins at that, apparently aware that he's not the easiest friend in the world to have. "Ok, be right back." And with that, he heads out.

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