Robin lets his hands stray lower, deft fingers slipping buttons out of their holdings as he works down. Leaning against the broad back in front of him, he places a kiss between Ishiah's shoulders, nestling his nose against the warm, clean smell of him, a calm place for his senses to rest after the bustle of Semele's.

"You'll be fine, though. And hopefully, as will Dean and Castiel. Although I'm still not certain if that's the case, it will be because of either of us, so much as because it isn't the right time for either of them. But I know that you can't step away that easily, just as I know that I really could. But it's you that's keeping me here, you know. I can deal with that. Things aren't so grim yet that I'm headed for the hills."

He smiles against Ishiah's shoulders.