"you're sure as hell aren't the right influence they need." vance's voice, sharp and frustrated snapped. his body standing tense beside you, face to face with robin. it was your first day, and both the boys seemed intent on finding you the 'right' friends.

"and you are?" robin shot back, eyes narrowed into angry slits. "you beat on kids all day!" he accused, pushing a finger into an angry vance's chest. Vance merely rolled his eyes, grasping your forearm in a calloused hand. although his body was rigid with tense muscle, his grip on you was gentle and guiding.

"shut your fuckin' trap, robin. go find finney, won't ya?" vance mocked. only to see robin visibly bristle and grasp your other arm. both boys glaring at each other. it was almost amusing if not for the ticking of your mental patience.

robin huffed, grumbling quietly about vance's 'anger issues'. "why can't we both just walk them home, yeah?" robin muttered - sour, but not willing to fight much more. vance's eyes darted to you for a moment before beginning to pull you - and robin - toward the road.

"which way is your house then, hun'?" vance asked, directing the question at you while robin quietly mocked his words behind you.