You knew Robin had anxiety, but he never conveyed to you that it was this bad. You heard the sound of your room window sliding open, causing you to stir a bit. You had been trying to sleep. You turned, seeing Robin crawl into your room. He looked… different. Panicked. He looked like an addict, in need of his addiction. In this case, it was you.

“Rob?” You grumbled, half asleep.

Robin let out a sigh of relief, wiping his sweaty forehead and leaning against your window, his chest heaving.