Post by newwwwusername on Jan 14, 2023 4:53:26 GMT
Full title : Everyone Has A Physical Limit & This Was Robert's
Chronology : Post-canon
Headcanons : Robert and Janet are roommates, Robert has chronic pain, Robert uses a cane, Autistic!Robert, FTM!Robert
Robert had been gone for a fair bit longer than his grocery trips usually took. See, due to him and Janet both having issues doing that particular errand (Janet with her social anxiety and Robert with his sensory issues and chronic pain), they took turns going when they were busy and went together whenever possible. This was one of Robert's solo trips and, while the amount of time he was gone wasn't enough to warrant a search or anything, it was still enough to make Janet worried.
Just when she was about to call him, though, the front door opened to reveal a disheveled Robert, who put the bags down as gingerly as he could in his state and promptly collapsed onto the floor, his cane clattering beside him. Janet quickly rushed over in a panic, shutting the front door and standing the bags more upright before she helped her friend up onto the couch.
He was breathing heavily and was damp with sweat. The heat combined with his usual pain issues had clearly been far too much for him and he tried to regain his breath. "Water" he managed to pant out, feeling nauseous. Janet nodded and got him a cold bottle of water out of their mini-fridge before coming back and handing it to him with shaking, worried hands.
He managed to get the cap off and quickly drained half the bottle before leaning forward a bit to swallow. "You look overheated" Janet commented, and Robert nodded in agreement. "Do you want me to help you get your clothes off?" she asked. He nodded again.
"Just the shirt" he told her, partially because he knew that would be the hardest for him to get off himself in this state and partially because he wasn't comfortable with her doing any more than that. She nodded in agreement and slowly worked his shirt off him, tossing it aside as he sighed in slight relief. "Could you um..." he swallowed. "Could you grab me my salon sweatshirt and a pair of boxers from my room?" he requested, getting yet another nod as Janet left the room.
She came back and tossed him the items, turning around respectfully as he removed his binder, pants, and underwear. He changed into the sweatshirt (it was more ventilated than his more tight shirt) and put on the boxers, then gave her the go-ahead to turn around. "You could've called"
"I'm fine" Robert deflected.
"You just collapsed as soon as you came in"
"It's..." he sighed, tearing up slightly from exhaustion. "Fuck"
"Hey" Janet said soothingly. "How about we lie down for the rest of the day, yeah?" she offered. "I can make us some spaghetti or something and we can curl up together and watch a movie"
"Dream Warriors"
"Robert-"
"I'll warn you when the tendon scene is!" he promised. Janet chuckled and nodded.
"Okay, fine" she caved. "We can watch Dream Warriors"
"Fuck yes"
Chronology : Post-canon
Headcanons : Robert and Janet are roommates, Robert has chronic pain, Robert uses a cane, Autistic!Robert, FTM!Robert
Robert had been gone for a fair bit longer than his grocery trips usually took. See, due to him and Janet both having issues doing that particular errand (Janet with her social anxiety and Robert with his sensory issues and chronic pain), they took turns going when they were busy and went together whenever possible. This was one of Robert's solo trips and, while the amount of time he was gone wasn't enough to warrant a search or anything, it was still enough to make Janet worried.
Just when she was about to call him, though, the front door opened to reveal a disheveled Robert, who put the bags down as gingerly as he could in his state and promptly collapsed onto the floor, his cane clattering beside him. Janet quickly rushed over in a panic, shutting the front door and standing the bags more upright before she helped her friend up onto the couch.
He was breathing heavily and was damp with sweat. The heat combined with his usual pain issues had clearly been far too much for him and he tried to regain his breath. "Water" he managed to pant out, feeling nauseous. Janet nodded and got him a cold bottle of water out of their mini-fridge before coming back and handing it to him with shaking, worried hands.
He managed to get the cap off and quickly drained half the bottle before leaning forward a bit to swallow. "You look overheated" Janet commented, and Robert nodded in agreement. "Do you want me to help you get your clothes off?" she asked. He nodded again.
"Just the shirt" he told her, partially because he knew that would be the hardest for him to get off himself in this state and partially because he wasn't comfortable with her doing any more than that. She nodded in agreement and slowly worked his shirt off him, tossing it aside as he sighed in slight relief. "Could you um..." he swallowed. "Could you grab me my salon sweatshirt and a pair of boxers from my room?" he requested, getting yet another nod as Janet left the room.
She came back and tossed him the items, turning around respectfully as he removed his binder, pants, and underwear. He changed into the sweatshirt (it was more ventilated than his more tight shirt) and put on the boxers, then gave her the go-ahead to turn around. "You could've called"
"I'm fine" Robert deflected.
"You just collapsed as soon as you came in"
"It's..." he sighed, tearing up slightly from exhaustion. "Fuck"
"Hey" Janet said soothingly. "How about we lie down for the rest of the day, yeah?" she offered. "I can make us some spaghetti or something and we can curl up together and watch a movie"
"Dream Warriors"
"Robert-"
"I'll warn you when the tendon scene is!" he promised. Janet chuckled and nodded.
"Okay, fine" she caved. "We can watch Dream Warriors"
"Fuck yes"