"Robin?" He looks pissed off. She doesn't like seeing him upset.
Almost painfully as the drugs are starting to kick in she scoots herself up so she can take his hands. "It's okay. I was a thief before this.... I'd be a freelancer if it weren't for them."
She's tired from being hurt and bleeding so much. In a moment of utter vulnerability she leans her forehead against one of his upper arms. "I'll be okay. Please don't be mad."
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