Robin does not want to have to deal with these emotions. He busied himself... since he learned the truth. He spent time taking care of whatever needed to be taken care of with Jo, dealing with whatever items were left in her room and making sure that cleaners came in the next.
It might seem like it would be too hard for someone who loved her to do. Robin honestly couldn't do anything else. He had failed her in life, at least he could make sure that what's left of her would be properly taken care of.
He hasn't said it out loud, hasn't written it on paper. It exists in his heart like a knife, but getting the words out would make it too real. And he doesn't trust his own reactions to the flood of emotions that would come when he finally admits it.
Robin opens the door to their apartment. His gaze is drawn immediately to Rachel, and he swallows thickly, painfully, looking down instead. It's near impossible to have those walls up around her. He managed it all day, distraction after distraction, but he can't here
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Rachel stands when he finally walks in, letting out relieved breath at seeing him back in one piece. The worry doesn't leave, not entirely, because of the way he looks. She can sense how hard he's trying to reign it all back in.
She hasn't seen him look like this in a while and it scares her.
The first time she ever saw him like this he was slumped in a hallway and nothing but painful truths followed the sight of him.
Rachel is taking one lonely step forward when the words leave him and she stops in her tracks.
It's not at all what she expected, and it's terrible all the same.
"Robin."
His name is a whisper, and it carries so many things as she starts walking toward him again. Concern, shock, sorrow, love.
"Robin, I'm--"
She's close enough to reach him, to hold him, and she doesn't hesitate in doing so. Her bare feet rise on tiptoes, a hand cupping the back of his head.
Robin's jaw tightens more when she reaches for him. His whole body He doesn't mean to. It's his initial reaction, after a day of trying to keep those old walls back, shoving them forward to prevent hurt, to make it through, to not lose his mind. All of those emotions that he'd been holding back are lodged so painfully in his throat, and he can hardly breathe.
It takes him a little while to manage wrapping his arms around her, too. His arms move slowly around her waist, and he holds her tightly, burying his face against her hair.
Robin can't speak. He's running through the memory of the last time that he ever spoke to Jo. She hugged him. She said that she loved him. She believed him when he told her that it was okay when it wasn't. It wasn't okay. And he told her that he loved her too, that there was hope... but there wasn't enough. She was a girl. A girl who should have been protected and looked after, not treated the way that she'd been treated, not left alone
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It's late, Robin. Where are you?
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I've been in the basement at the Conrad. I just wanted to make sure you were there before I came home.
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I'm here.
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She doesn't like jumping to the worst conclusion, as hard as Chicago has tried to instill the belief the worst conclusion is often the right one.
There are so many possibilities running through her mind and she doesn't want to contemplate any of them.
Rachel isn't going to jump to a conclusion at all.
She waits for Robin in their living room sofa, knees brought to her chest as she bites on a nail.
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It might seem like it would be too hard for someone who loved her to do. Robin honestly couldn't do anything else. He had failed her in life, at least he could make sure that what's left of her would be properly taken care of.
He hasn't said it out loud, hasn't written it on paper. It exists in his heart like a knife, but getting the words out would make it too real. And he doesn't trust his own reactions to the flood of emotions that would come when he finally admits it.
Robin opens the door to their apartment. His gaze is drawn immediately to Rachel, and he swallows thickly, painfully, looking down instead. It's near impossible to have those walls up around her. He managed it all day, distraction after distraction, but he can't here ( ... )
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She hasn't seen him look like this in a while and it scares her.
The first time she ever saw him like this he was slumped in a hallway and nothing but painful truths followed the sight of him.
Rachel is taking one lonely step forward when the words leave him and she stops in her tracks.
It's not at all what she expected, and it's terrible all the same.
"Robin."
His name is a whisper, and it carries so many things as she starts walking toward him again. Concern, shock, sorrow, love.
"Robin, I'm--"
She's close enough to reach him, to hold him, and she doesn't hesitate in doing so. Her bare feet rise on tiptoes, a hand cupping the back of his head.
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It takes him a little while to manage wrapping his arms around her, too. His arms move slowly around her waist, and he holds her tightly, burying his face against her hair.
Robin can't speak. He's running through the memory of the last time that he ever spoke to Jo. She hugged him. She said that she loved him. She believed him when he told her that it was okay when it wasn't. It wasn't okay. And he told her that he loved her too, that there was hope... but there wasn't enough. She was a girl. A girl who should have been protected and looked after, not treated the way that she'd been treated, not left alone ( ... )
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