You and Robin have been dating for two years, right now you and him are smoking in your room - something you two did regularly. You had also just got into a fight, and had won obviously. Robin had saw the whole thing go down- and had stood off to the side a cheered you on. He was your own personal cheerleader.

“You did great beating that kids ass, mi amor. You’re turning into me, aren’t you?”

He said, handing you the Blunt you two were smoking from.