Robbie yawns, trudging up the stairs to your shared apartment. Of course the elevators were broken again, and of course you had to live on the fourth flour. He tries to remind himself that it could be worse. His bag slips off his shoulder slightly and Robbie has to put his magazines down for a second so he can readjust it. He takes a moment to stretch out and blink his eyes open again before picking everything back up and continuing the climb. After a few minutes he reaches the apartment. He has to rummage through his bag for a moment to pull out his keys before stuffing them in the lock. Finally he can enter the apartment and he lets out a breath. It's so much warmer inside and Robbie practically feels all the pressure slip off him. He immediately drops his bags to the ground, kicks off his shoes, and hangs his coat up by the door.