#;robert

Robert almost laughs out loud but refrains. Not being reckless? Then what else should he call it? He presses his lips together in irritation, taking a deep breath. Abraham is stubborn. He is stubborn and stupid and Robert certainly does not find the appeal in risking himself and his family for the sake of anything like this. He thinks of his father, he thinks of Sarah, he thinks of them hanging on a noose for simply associating with him if he were caught.

It's too risky. It's too thoughtless.

He wants to lean back when Abe leans closer to him, and he almost does, yet finds himself quite stuck where he is. Quite suddenly, he is all too aware of their proximity, and he clears his throat, shooting Abe a look and pressing a hand to his shoulder to ease him back just a little. "If this is not reckless, then what would you say it is?" he hisses, crossing his arms.

Abe was counting on the fact that he wouldn't turn him in, and maybe he's right, which irritates Robert even more. It would be easy. This is how it could all end with a payday to boot, but...something is holding him back. His conscious, maybe, or something else.

"I hope everything in your room is up to your liking, mister Spriggs. Was there anything else I could get you? Something to drink, perhaps?"

Robert was never really the type to hold extensive conversations, but his line of work called for it. Although it's not like it didn't come without its perks. He knew practically everything about everyone that came through here, whether they came in yesterday or years ago. It all stayed with him just for the sake of knowing. You never know when it might come in handy.

“…………..”

“Well, yeah… ‘bout that. Ah…”

More silence following those words. The imaginary voice of a toddler in their minds…

…..

‘Daddy, how did you and papa meet??’ The imaginary toddler’s bright eyes looking intently at both of them, expectant to hear the answer.

‘Oh, you see, sweetie, we met in the worst part of the slums. The first thing papa did upon seeing me was try to kill me with a hat.’

‘Haha, yeah. I remember that day as if it was yesterday. I couldn’t beat ‘im and ‘e then kicked me square in the jaw. That’s when I knew in my ‘eart it was true love!’

…………………………………

“Oh, well, at least it is a story about true love. And an interesting one, too, no?”

Even if that does not make it any less bizarre…

The day Abe had been shipped off to Virginia overnight was arguably one of the worst days of Robert's life. He hadn't discovered what happened until the next morning, and the following weeks were spent anxiously wondering if Abe would ever make it back. There are a lot of things he wished he had told him that he didn't know if he'd ever get to say, and that alone was enough to keep him up at night.

News came of the victory at Yorktown and the following British surrender. Robert was glad to hear of it...but still nothing from Abe. More time passed, and the days seemed to go by in some kind of blur. It wouldn't be hard for Abe to find him, he knows. He no longer worked at the tavern, but still lived in his home in Oyster Bay. If Abe wanted to find him, he could.

And he did.

He hadn't been expecting company that day, so when he hears a knock at the door, his heart leaps into his throat. Robert quietly excuses himself from the dinner table, even if it is just him and Sarah, and hurries over to the door.

There's a knock at the door and Robert jumps, mainly because he hadn't been expecting company today, nor is his sister. So imagine his surprise when he goes to open the door and there's Abe standing before him. His heart leaps into his throat, and before he can stop himself, he's pulling him into a hug, holding him there for a moment before he steps back.

Robert nearly jumps out of his skin when he hears Andre's voice, having been turned around at the moment. He always gets a bit anxious around officers, wondering if they'll catch on to him, or if he'll say the wrong thing or linger too long. He takes a deep breath, turns around. It's fine. It's fine. Just be cordial, as always.

"Major, I didn't think I would see you again so soon," is what he says as he pours a glass of Medeira and pushes it over to him. "So what brings you in today, hm?"

@spaceispeachy

J: “This is so sweet of you!”

R: “Ah! They look so good!!”

J: “Thank you so much!” Robert nods,