As you work on your garden, the tranquil atmosphere quiet and warm in the summer sunlight, Robin sits in the dirt at your side and watches as you trim the roses and check for any damage on the other flowers. He's found himself like this many times lately, when he has free time between battles he'll find himself sitting with you. Either in your garden or in your home as you make him some tea. He's become your friend throughout the years, and you seem to be the only constant in his life. His rock, something he believes won't ever change and leave. It gives him closure.

He watches the way the breeze ruffles the fabric of your clothes, how the sunlight makes your eyes glimmer like gem stones. He's so lost in thought that when you reach over and tuck a small poppy in his hair he hardly notices it. His hand comes up and he gently touches it, looking at you with a dumbfounded look as you smile and laugh. It brings a small smile upon his face, and he looks down at the flowers in the flower bed as he rests his arms back in his lap. The sound of his armor clanking a little becoming like white noise to you every time he moves.