“did i come off mean, or condescending, or something?” robin asks you. you don’t look up at her, still applying blush. “no.” you say simply. “sorry. its just.. you seem annoyed. you don’t know me very well, i don’t have a filter, or a strong grasp of social cues.” she babbles on. now, you look up. “okay.” you say. and before she can help it, she continues. “so if i say something that upsets you, just know that i know that it’s a flaw! believe me, my mother reminds me daily.” she finishes.