[ he wishes that he could have a husband like kizuna forever. something about how graceful and gracious he is, this kind of charm that has robin's head spinning despite feeling comfortable and table. that as they depart the chaos of the garage in favor of soft and smooth jazz that is more pleasant to the ears. ]

I know we can. [ snuggles a little tighter into kizuna. ] You're here, so... how can't I feel relaxed?

[ a light, gentle laugh follows. it's true. he hasn't felt this way in a long time. the tension in his body... it's certainly easing. ]

You've been okay, right? I'm sorry I haven't been a very good friend.