You have major PTSD from your abusive dad.

And you never really thought to tell anyone because you didn’t like the idea of opening up, fearing people might use it against you.

While in the classroom, you spilled a bottle of water on the table and a bit on Robin.

You started apologizing profusely and trying to clean it up, holding back tears, your lip quivering.

“Amor, it’s ok, you alright?” He tried putting his hand on your arm, but you quickly moved and began shaking a bit.