This was in response to a request on tumblr to continue the moment with Regina and Robin after Zelena touched him in her cell. There are mild rape references, just so you know.

"Are you alright?"

He's stepped into a small alcove hidden within the shadow of the basement stairs, his back to her, a posture very unusual for him. He's quiet, too quiet, and his stance is forced—rigid, she notices, so unlike her thief, her Robin. She lays her palm on his back only to find that he's shaking beneath a cracked veneer of calm.

"Robin."

He won't look at her, so she maneuvers until she's facing him, somewhat relieved when he doesn't shy away from her presence. His face is crumbling, his eyes half-glazed, his pupils twice their normal size.

"Hey—it's me."

She takes his hands within her own, encasing their chill as best as she can when her fingers aren't particularly warm. She takes a step towards him until she can feel the rapidity of his breathing on her shoulder.

Is he having a panic attack? One hand moves to his face, but she stops short of touching him as he visibly flinches.

"Is it okay for me to touch you?"

His eyes meet hers for the first time, wide and alert with the fixed stare of prey. Then they falter, he falters as he shakes his head, rubbing his scalp until he finally drops his arm heavily to his side. He stands there, his breathing loud and forced, his lips pressed together so tightly they're nearly white.

Then he nods, once again unable to meet her eyes.

Her fingers move to his cheek with the gentleness of a mother, allowing him to set the pace, allowing him to lean into her palm before making full contact. He sighs into her, his eyes closing when her palm meets his cheek.

"I won't touch you unless you want me to, Robin."

A tear forms and spills down his face, wetting her fingers, making her bleed inside.

"I know."

His voice is rough, but it's there now between them, and she treasures it, wishes she could wrap them both up in it and shut out the rest of this insanity.

"I'm sorry, Regina, I don't know why…"

He breaks off, and she leans in a breath closer as he grips the hand still holding his with more force.

"She violated you, Robin. You have every right to feel this way."

His gaze travels the walls as his free hand finds his pocket, staying in place a mere second before locating his hip, his hair, restless and in want of a shelter. She feels him move away from her and watches as he paces within the small enclosure, wishing with everything she had that should could simply magic away his pain along with the woman who caused it.

"You don't have to see her unless you want to."

He pauses and stares at his feet.

"Yes I do. The baby…"

She shuts her eyes to the mired pain of their situation, ignoring the clenching sensation in her stomach. Then he faces the wall, leaning one palm against the cold, gray surface, hanging his head as his shoulders still tremble.

"When she touched me in there, gods Regina, I just felt so…so dirty, so angry, so…"

His fist flexes as his cheek twitches, anger and frustration rolling off of him in waves.

"It's like I can't get rid of her, that even when she's not around I can feel her touching me."

Images from her marriage play across her mind and body, and she shivers as Leopold's scent wafts over her senses.

"She can't hurt you anymore, Robin. I won't let her."

"But she will. And she's hurting you, too, Regina. Because of me. Because of the baby."

She knows he's telling the truth, a truth she wishes didn't exist but one to deny would be both pointless and counter-productive. She hangs her head, trying to still her anger and gather her thoughts, all the while hurting like mad for the man standing just out of reach.

"Don't leave me. Please."

The words are so unexpected they knock her back a step, but then she's next to him, facing him, touching his cheek again, feeling the dampness of his inner turmoil cascade down her skin.

"I'm not going anywhere," she whispers. "Not without you, Henry and Roland. I promise you that."

Then he's weeping, trying so hard to contain what must come out, and she embraces him instinctively, relieved when he clasps her to him and holds her with everything he has. She knows time is of the essence, that Emma must be found, but she will make time for this, for him, for this man who was scarred because he loved her yet has lived through the experience and stands here with her now.

"I love you. Never forget that." He nods into her shoulder, clasping the back of her head as she buries her face in his chest. "And we will get through this, Robin. Together. Just like you said."

He can't speak, and she doesn't ask him to—she simply lets him cry as she holds him to her, backed into this dark corner away from prying eyes, encased by her lover as the first seeds of healing begin take root.