The kiss is hardly returned, though certainly not out of lack of desire, or fear. It speaks more volumes than any of Ishiah's words, though they offer just as much a no-nonsense description of Ishiah's immediate thoughts on the matter. Simply, Robin doesn't react but to allow it receptively, only because he wants to enjoy it for what it is, fully and entirely.
He should have suspected. That Ishiah would answer this way. That he would know Robin so much better than even Robin knows himself.
"Well, then," he says, relinquishing his hold on Ishiah's wrists to nod them down the last length of snow-lined dirty sidewalk. He digs through the deep pockets of his coat for the heavy ring of keys to the bar. "This is the direction. And as the lyrics go, there is bound to be talk tomorrow, at least there will be plenty implied. But right now, it's cold outside."
Certainly cold enough to excuse the faint flush warming Robin's complexion.
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He should have suspected. That Ishiah would answer this way. That he would know Robin so much better than even Robin knows himself.
"Well, then," he says, relinquishing his hold on Ishiah's wrists to nod them down the last length of snow-lined dirty sidewalk. He digs through the deep pockets of his coat for the heavy ring of keys to the bar. "This is the direction. And as the lyrics go, there is bound to be talk tomorrow, at least there will be plenty implied. But right now, it's cold outside."
Certainly cold enough to excuse the faint flush warming Robin's complexion.