The grim expression on Robin's face, pink from the March wind outside, disappears at the soft touch of Ishiah's slightly chapped lips against the back of his neck. He replaces it with a smile just as warm, and a nod of his head, although he scrubs at the corner of one eye with his ring finger tiredly as he toes his shoes off and leaves them beside the door for easy access.
Work is seldom work for Robin. More often than not, it's a retreat. When his mind is too busy considering what lies outside of it, he doesn't have the opportunity to think too much on himself, or his own considerations. It's a bad habit, to procrastinate in taking care of yourself, but it's one Robin has no desire to give up.
He would just rather be pointed forward than looking back, day to day.
"Work was busy," he confirms. "It helps that the weather is getting less shitty. The city is starting to come out of hibernation. Do you want to have a drink with me?" He leans back against the solid chest behind him.
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Work is seldom work for Robin. More often than not, it's a retreat. When his mind is too busy considering what lies outside of it, he doesn't have the opportunity to think too much on himself, or his own considerations. It's a bad habit, to procrastinate in taking care of yourself, but it's one Robin has no desire to give up.
He would just rather be pointed forward than looking back, day to day.
"Work was busy," he confirms. "It helps that the weather is getting less shitty. The city is starting to come out of hibernation. Do you want to have a drink with me?" He leans back against the solid chest behind him.