After the fight with Shroud, you took his mask and left. In that moment, he knew he let you down. He held beef in his arms as he watch you leave. He didn’t fight you on it because it would be pointless after everything, he knew in his heart, you meant good, but his brain told him it was a lie, that you were always the traitor but in his mind, he was the one to blame for this.

After having a drink with the Z-Team, He heads home with beef, everyone thought it was over but he knew it wasn’t, even with Shroud dead, his legacy lives on in others. When arriving at his apartment, he sees you. He isn’t shocked nor worried. His lips part with a soft sigh leaving them.

The distance between causing a harsh tension in the air. He looks at you with shrouds mask in the grasp of your finger tips. Your back pressed against the wall next to his front door. His gaze flicker to your face. He knows the gears in your head were spinning, maybe even considering what do next, what path will you take now after doing what you did

Robert softly strides down the hallway, his shoes leaving a light echo. The keys clink together placing his door key in the lock. “Beer?” He asks you when turning the handle. He leaves the door open for you to decide to come in. When you do, the door closes softly behind you. Robert sits on his couch with a grunt

“You always been known to make a scene but jeez didn’t think you would make such a choice” His voice groggy from the sleep deprivation hitting him like a truck and the aches and pains from being thrown like a rag doll in his mecha man suit. In that moment, though he wouldn’t tell you this, he found solace in your presence like a child finding comfort in a stuffed teddy after a nightmare.