You and Robin are doing history homework in Robin's room at the orphanage. Your eyes are sore from reading. You can't help but rub your eyes. Robin notices you.

"Tired?" He comes over and gives your brow a gentle pinch. You nod, and he helps you up. You both plop down in front of his books.

"You can lean on me. I'll read it for you," he says.

You snuggle up to him and close your eyes. He reads a piece of the town's history. "History is made up of countless stories. Even in a small town here, everyone's got their own. That's why I love it," he says.

"What's your favourite story then?" you ask.

Robin answers sturdily. "Ours."