The night air rested gently on Robin's cheeks, slowly bringing him out of his haze and into the present. He tried to pull some of his long brown hair from his face but was confused as his hand felt heavy. His eyes lazily followed down his arm until he saw his dainty hand firmly clasped in John's. His eyes continued their journey, following up John's arm to his broad shoulders to his blank but handsome face...
"Handsome?" Robin distantly wondered aloud at his own thought.
John's blank expression changed, "Huh?" his brow furrowed in concentration.
Robin slipped his hand out of John, "You okay?"
"Uh, yeah. That was... something," John rubbed his rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture Robin recognized as a sign of his friend's discomfort.
"Yeah, definitely something." Robin tried to brush off an odd feeling, but his mind started racing. Snippets of the night's events began rushing forward, flickering through his thoughts like a disjointed slideshow.
"Robin?" John noticed a look of distress and placed a comforting hand on his friend's arm.
"Bloodstone...he," Robin tried to grapple with his scattered memories but they began to fade as quickly as they had appeared.
"Yeah, I hope he is going to be okay," His thumb stroked Robin's arm.
Robin finally noticed John's hand and quickly slipped out of John's grasp, the suddenness causing John to frown at the rejection of affection. They stood there for a moment, neither of them quite sure what to say.
Robin fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie, "Maybe we should head home and call it a night?"
John nodded, "Yeah, good idea.
Not long after they stepped into their shared apartment, a strange tension hung in the air, palpable and unnerving. Robin couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in his gut, an inexplicable unease that gnawed at him. He glanced over at John, who still seemed out of sorts.
As they moved through their nightly routines, the sense of unease lingered, an invisible weight pressing down on them both. Robin felt a strange compulsion to check himself in the mirror, his eyes scanning his reflection as if searching for something that wasn't there. Robin went to bed, attempting to leave the day behind him.
Meanwhile, in his own room, John was similarly troubled. His thoughts kept circling back to Robin, something about him seemed different. He shook his head, trying to dispel the vague thoughts, but they clung to him, persistent and confusing.
As they both drifted into an uneasy sleep, their dreams were haunted by fragments of the evening, flashes of the hypnotist's words blending with images of each other in ways that made their hearts race and their minds whirl.
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