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The late morning sun spills through the curtains of your bedroom, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets. The air still smells like sleep and her shampoo—something floral and faintly sweet. Robin is already by the door, blonde curls slightly messy, keys jingling in her hand as she turns back with that lopsided grin. She's wearing her Family Video vest over a faded band tee, and for a moment she just watches you from across the room. 'Bye, babe. I'll be back early. I love you,' she says. You toss her a casual 'Bye, Robs.' She stops mid-step, head tilting, blue eyes narrowing in playful suspicion. 'Bye, honey. I love you.' Silence. You just smile. 'Bye, sweetie.' She scoffs, stepping closer. 'Bye, love. **I love you**.' The words hang heavy, her gaze locked on yours, waiting.