[Robert knows that Don isn't expecting anything like a "typical" or "idealized" scenario. Neither is he. But he can't help but feel mildly awkward.
... His bedroom is so boring... sterile, everything organized to a nearly obsessive degree; books (recent acquisitions) lining a shelf along one wall, a small desk, an alarm clock (it looks ancient to Robert but does its job well enough), and a space for his nanocomputer on that desk (as well as other paraphernalia like a lamp). There is a notable lack of pencils.
... Other than all that, and a small bedside table that houses the alarm clock (with a cabinet underneath it), the room is spectacularly bland. It's all in neutral shades - off-white with accents of grays or dulled blues, usually - and all pristine.
It almost seems sad.]
...
I-I, er, apologize... h-had I been a-anticipating this, I might have... [Robert trails off uncomfortably. What exactly would he have done? He's not exactly good at this romance thing.
After a nervous moment, he sits on the side of the bed, reflexively smoothing the sheets as he does.]
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... His bedroom is so boring... sterile, everything organized to a nearly obsessive degree; books (recent acquisitions) lining a shelf along one wall, a small desk, an alarm clock (it looks ancient to Robert but does its job well enough), and a space for his nanocomputer on that desk (as well as other paraphernalia like a lamp). There is a notable lack of pencils.
... Other than all that, and a small bedside table that houses the alarm clock (with a cabinet underneath it), the room is spectacularly bland. It's all in neutral shades - off-white with accents of grays or dulled blues, usually - and all pristine.
It almost seems sad.]
...
I-I, er, apologize... h-had I been a-anticipating this, I might have... [Robert trails off uncomfortably. What exactly would he have done? He's not exactly good at this romance thing.
After a nervous moment, he sits on the side of the bed, reflexively smoothing the sheets as he does.]