[ dark hair. super handsome. there were a lot of handsome people at this resort, right? or were they cute? to robin, pretty much everything and anything could be the latter. the former however is certainly more memorable. the string attached to the lightbulb is getting pulled and there are flickers, but nothing stays on for too long. click. click.

yeah. it's coming back to him. ]

You like music. You said you liked classical music. Sorry, I never had a chance to sing for you like I wanted...

[ he's crawling up to the front though it's a somewhat uncomfortable journey of squeezing himself in between the seats, where the stick shift sort of digs into his skin as he moves up. some thumping, some very soft and muffled noises later, and he's sitting behind the steering wheel. ]

... I'm here.