"I want a break from the tired circle I keep running in my head. I'm fairly sure I've landed on the eye of the storm, but would appreciate a sanity check from you," Ishiah admits, hand easily closing around the offered glass, wrist relaxed as he rounds the counter and seats himself at the dining table. The furrow returns to his brow before long, pronounced as he takes his first careful sip.

Sweet, as Robin likes it.

"I'm not hungry, but I also haven't eaten much today," shares Ishiah, setting down his glass and getting to his feet again, restless energy palpable about him as he heads into the kitchen. His eyes linger around the open patch of skin revealed by Robin's shirt. "So I should have something. I can cook. You've been working all day."