Prompted by queen-of-the-merry-men on Tumblr.

Roland missed the relationship he had with his baby sister. They were once so close and got along amazingly. Robin had been a surprise, for sure, a result of a one night stand of their single father. The woman had been in over her head and dropped her off on their doorstep when Roland was only 5. Robin Sr. had taken it well, he had debated changing the name Zelena had selected, but in the end, he enjoyed having a namesake. Robin and Roland grew up close, depending on each other when their father worked.

Their tiny family got even smaller when Roland was 19. The bar his father owned was robbed and he was murdered. He had no choice but to drop out of college and return to care for his baby sister. He had help from family friends, but he was mostly on his own.

The truth was, he was still a kid himself and he felt like he was screwing up with every turn. Robin was in mourning, pushing everyone away, her big brother included. She seemed to resent the fact that he was now her guardian. She was rebelling, hard. The year had been hard enough as it was. Roland was forced to sell his father's bar, something both he and his late mother had built from the ground up, on top of losing him. He got a job working construction, trying to prove to social services that Robin could stay with him and not be put in the system.

Robin didn't make that easy either. She would show up late to their interviews with their social worker, roll her eyes and cop a major attitude. After the third time, Roland had about enough.

"Do you realize what Helen's job is?" He exploded once he had watched her car pull out of the driveway.

"To completely invade our privacy?"

"No! It's to decide whether or not I can care for you and it doesn't help when your school reports your ditching classes, talking back and overall being a terror."

"That has nothing to do with you," Robin replied with an eye roll.

Roland threw his hands up in the air. "Do you want to be in the system?"

"Why would you ask me that?!"

"Because it's how you act!" Roland sighed. "I'm trying here, Peanut, I really am. The fact is, I'm only 20."

Robin's lip jutted out a bit. "So…you're leaving?"

"What?"

"Go ahead, leave. Don't worry about coming back."

"I'm not going anywhere." Roland stepped closer to her. "I am fighting so we can stay together, because that's what Dad would've wanted. I know you're going through a lot, I am too. Look, John suggested we go see Archie Hopper. He's the town therapist, I think he could do some good…"

"I don't need a shrink," Robin bit back. "I don't need anyone. I just want to be alone!"

She stormed up the steps, slamming the door shut behind her. Roland leaned against the door, burying his head in his hands. He knew she was grieving and that in time, she'd go back to the sister he knew.

In the meantime, he just felt stuck.