You and Robin were in bed, you were holding a book in one hand, the other buried in Robin's hair, massaging her scalp, as she laid her head down in your lap, sprawled out on the bed under a blanket.

You were reading your book out loud to Robin as she requested you did, massaging her scalp, in a slow momentum, her eyes closed, breathing in and out slowly, before you reached a part of the book that confused her, opening her eyes, making eye contact with you.

"Wait, I thought she liked the football captain's brother?", She said, looking up at you, with a tired, soft, and confused expression.