25. Rooftops
Robin sat with his arm around Raven. The night was late and chilly, and her small body gave off warmth in his arms. Her legs were tucked up to her chest, and she was gazing up at the moon with a kind of innocent wonder.
"It seems so close up here," she said, reaching up with one hand as though she could touch the moon. Robin laughed.
"If the roof were a little higher, I'd reach it for you," he whispered.
Raven laid her head across his shoulder and took her hand in his. "I already have what I want right here," she whispered. She was silent then, but he held her. By now he knew that silence meant she had to suppress emotion, and emotion meant that she loved him.