[Locked to Robin] backdating powers, activate!

[rattle_thecages]

There

He was

I don't want to

Not when everything's finally

Hey.

When you get home, do you think we can talk?

It's not--everything's okay.

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[with_coffee]

Of course, we can.

I'm glad to hear everything's okay at least but even if it wasn't... that's what we're trying to do, yeah? Everything out in the open even when everything is okay.

[rattle_thecages]

I know. I did say that. We're doing good.

Take your time, okay? I'll be here.

[with_coffee]

Robin steps inside of the apartment feeling helplessly wary. She said that everything was alright, but all the scratched out phrases and the asking if they can talk... it doesn't feel reassuring in the least. He can't help but be worried. This is Chicago. They've been through a lot even something that still makes it 'alright' makes him feel wary and worried.

He's not leaving though. Robin takes in a deep breath. Whatever comes, they will face it together. He made that promise to her and to himself.

Come what may.

He shuts the door behind him and takes his coat off, putting it away before stepping into the apartment further.

[rattle_thecages]

He'll find her in her thinking spot in the bathroom. Rachel hadn't wanted to say anything at first, dreading how it would change things when they'd been nearly perfect for a good while now. It's only after deliberating on it, in that very same spot, she realized she couldn't keep doing that. Worrying about how he'd take bad news, how it might send him away, or hurt his progress.

She's giving him more credit than that.

"Hi," she pipes up a little hoarsely. Despite what she is feeling, Rachel looks very composed.

Come what may.

[with_coffee]

Robin walks into the bathroom and takes a seat on the side of the tub, next to her. He doesn't speak at first. The sight of her doesn't help to be more reassuring to him, not in the least. It's not sending him out the door either. He's not sure that anything would at this point.

He slips his hand into her hair against her cheek and then back further.

"Hello," he says softly and leans in to kiss her. It's quick, but sweet and laced with more meaning than he can put into words at the moment. There are too many worries on the edge of it all, waiting under his skin as he holds his breath and asks what he needs to know and what she needs to say. "What's happened?"

[rattle_thecages]

It's hard not to think about how Robin looked the moment she stepped out of that cab all those weeks ago, like she was breaking his heart into thousands of pieces.

It's very hard to look at him right now but Rachel doesn't bow her head at first. His hand on her neck is reassurance and strength. "I was--Rosie was out of food and I went to get some along with a few toys." She dropped that chew toy, somewhere along the way back home. A useless trip.

"I was leaving the store and--and then he was right there." Rachel bites down on her lip, letting her gaze fall to her knees, that are drawn to her chest. "Saying hello to me, mentioning how well I looked. As if we were old friends. As if he didn't just--steal me from the park one day and lock me up for seven of them."