it wasn't often you and robin got to have some calm time together. school kicked you both around enough it was mere texts and calls, and few words said between classes. finally, its the weekend. you both are free of homework, and finally have time to yourselves.

robin's head is in your lap. eyes heavy as he blinks slowly. his gaze attempting to fix on you but sometimes glazing over with tiredness. you are playing with his hair. twirling it in your fingers and braiding it. it's his weakness, he says. and it sure is true. he had been so energetic, and now he could barely keep his eyes open.

the tv has most of your attention. sat a bit away, playing some old western movie. your on his old couch in his basement, the lights dim and the windows closed. hiding away the moon outside.

"baby," robin's voice suddenly pulls you from your thoughts. his eyes are fixed on you, a small smile tugging at his lips. "you stopped. what's happenin' in the movie?" he asks, hand moving to grasp your wrist gentle, rubbing circles into the skin he can reach. his grip loosens as you begin again, but his droopy grin stays.