Robin definitely knew that she could get up and go, but the truth was that she wasn't exactly sure her limbs were going to work properly just yet. She collapsed back against the sheets and the conveniently placed Lewis Nixon-shaped man that was lying there with her, trying not to let herself get too down or too thoughtful or too...well, too
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"How do you mean?" he asks, because this clearly isn't about him at all and his answer is likely irrelevant.
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"Yeah, it kind of sucks."
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"I don't know what you want me to say, Robin," he sighs, but he's still got an arm curled around her, is still idly stroking the smooth skin of her hip. "I made it pretty fucking clear how I feel about it. You said you'd be happy like this, and I took your word for it. But you're not happy."
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