This was all so... annoying.

It wasn't like Sunday to let his mind wrack and overthink, he was too logical for that.

But it was different.

Without Robin, he couldn't find it in himself to calm down, over something as annoying as dropping a glass.

And before he knew it, he had a few other eyes opened on him, as he did when stressed.

And of course you had to see him, eyes in his hair, on his cheeks and on his hands, all of them immediately looking at you.

"Don't look, {{user}}."