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Jordan watched the play of emotions across Robert's face, and stayed quiet instead of saying anything; whatever it was that Robert's own words had made him realize, it was making him think, a cascading chain of conclusions that Jordan couldn't follow, but sensed was important. Some things you just had to finish thinking on your own, find answers you already knew but hadn't yet understood.

What Robert had said about Reine - about Roberta - explained a bit more of what had happened between the two in the past, another piece of a picture that Jordan had only a glimpse of. Past now, mostly settled, maybe, but tonight it had helped spark some realization, one that Robert had needed.

When Robert finally smiled, Jordan returned the smile, relieved, and said, "Good. You and Petra - you're good together." He leaned over to grab the box of tissues off his desk and drop it next to Robert, saying nothing aloud about the few tears that had leaked; still, if he let that pass with no teasing at all, Robert would think he was getting soft or something.

Jordan found himself engulfed in a Robert hug suddenly. It was a lot like being attacked by a large and affectionate bear. A bear who smelled of alcohol tonight. He returned the hug, patting Robert's back and fighting the urge to laugh at Robert's sentimental, sozzled declarations. "I love you too, man," he said, with as solemn a face as he could manage.

That lasted for about five seconds. Then he started laughing. "You are so drunk, dude."

Jordan patted Robert's shoulder. "You're a good friend," he said seriously. Then he staggered slightly and braced himself as Robert suddenly got a lot heavier. "I don't think you can either," he agreed.

He started steering Robert carefully towards the door. "You got any water in your room, or am I going to have to bring a couple of bottles by for recovery purposes?"

"The things I do for you," Jordan sighed, mock-seriously, and hauled the door closed behind him before he started down the hall, moving slowly so that Robert wouldn't lose hold of his shoulder or go staggering off into a wall. "I'll go grab some later, then."

Fortunately, it wasn't a long walk; soon enough they were in front of Robert's door. "Is it locked?" Jordan asked.

Jordan kept an eye on Robert, still not sure that his friend was capable of standing without falling, but somehow the big man managed to unlock the door without falling over, though he still needed to be supported into the room.

He raised an eyebrow when Robert shushed him; then, as Robert closed the door, he realized suddenly that there was a figure in the bed. Petra, of course, and he really should have expected that. "Um," he said, very quietly. "I should probably." He gestured back at the door with his free hand. Good thing it was dark; he could feel himself blushing.

"I'm trying - " Jordan made a very undignified sound, something like a squeak, as Robert picked him up. "What the hell, dude, I - !" He was pretty sure his face was going to spontaneously combust. It was a miracle it wasn't actually glowing, as badly as he was blushing at this point.

He wasn't looking, either; he was trying to get loose without actually having to smack Robert or make the bigger man fall over. Except that Robert fell over anyway, and pinned him in the process. "Dude," Jordan hissed, slightly panicky. "What the hell?"

Ferros was no help whatsoever. The dragon was laughing hysterically.

Usually, Petra was a very light sleeper. On this particular instance, however, they were lucky -- it was Valentine's day, which, naturally, meant she had spent the day with Robert, and therefore was completely, utterly exhausted. (She would not be offended if you took THAT however you wanted.) Completely naked where she was curled up beneath the covers, the moon hunter slept peacefully on through the commotion Robert, and to a far more mild extent, Jordan, made, neither the light of the hallway as they opened the door nor the sound of Robert slamming his shoulder into the wall causing her to wake. Instead, she merely shifted a little beneath the blanket, a soft, petulant groan audible if the boys hadn't been completely preoccupied by her fiance's antics, the slightest shifting of sheets revealing the mused form as she turned over onto one side. Luckily for Jordan, the blanket was still tucked neatly up under her arms, still leaving her semi-decent, in case he accidentally got an eyeful of something Robert likely would have killed any other man for seeing.

Unluckily for him, it seemed that the truck-of-a-man was intent on including him in their festivities. And while she might have been sleeping soundly, she was certainly not tired enough to sleep through them both collapsing onto the bed practically on top of her. Making a groaning sound in the back of her throat, Petra slid her eyes open halfway, looking a little confused but not in the least bit perturbed by the sight of Jordan on the bed, with Robert's arms wrapped around him like he was a cuddly stuffed animal. "...boss?" she murmured softly, her voice a little husky from sleep. Giving her fiance a look, she closed her eyes again, ignoring the situation (and, subsequently, Jordan's distress.) "... Bobby, I don't care if you molest our team leader, I'm not leaving this bed."

Robert snorted, quieting his snores, and finally shifted, though it did nothing to help release Jordan - the man was like a cage of emotion. He shifted slightly, and yawned, before mumbling something incoherent, and finally piping up in a sleepy voice.

"Ssshhh, god, trying to sleep."

There was no sense of understanding of what he'd done, or where he was, or who was in his arms. The only things going through Robert's mind at the moment were warm, bubbly drunkenness, and sleep.