Taking his seat by the little green couch, Amon found his mind drifting more than normal. Robin's eyes were closed as he sat there so he assumed that she was sleeping. He could hear Karasuma's easy breathing behind him, so this time he knew she was out. Michael was with Miho there on the pile of clothes and he was sighing in his sleep. Sakaki and Dojima were out in the other area, both somehow crammed onto the red bench near the broken coffee maker.

Amon sighed as he still watched his partner. It amazed him that he had basically taken account of all his colleagues. He hoped that he didn't care but his actions were proving otherwise. It was his nature to protect the things important to him no matter what the cost and apparently, through the slow amble of time, he'd found himself caring about the others and pushing it all down.

Robin let out a sigh as she laid there and he snapped out of thought to look as though there was something wrong. His eyes were softer when they came to rest upon her when he knew that no one else was looking.

"Ms. Karasuma..." Amon heard Michael's voice from behind and pretended not to notice it.

"M-Michael? What is it?" He heard her tired voice come back to him and then the rustle of the clothes as she turned to face him.

Amon knew in his mind just what was coming and it was making him want to eavesdrop further.

"I love you Ms. Karasuma..."

Amon let a smile crack his lips. He kept his eyes on Robin as he heard Michael say that to Miho. The ominous man blinked as he saw the flicker of green from Robin's eyes as she opened them.

"Michael..." Miho started, but was cut off suddenly. Amon assumed that he'd kissed her though he dared not look.

He was too busy looking at Robin at the moment. Stunned that she'd caught him there and even more shocked that she hadn't screamed, he sat there looking stupid. Amon wanted to hide, to run away and not look at Robin ever again, but he just couldn't tear his gaze away.

Robin sighed and turned over so that her back was facing him. He knew that her eyes were still open because the light of the passing cars make light sparkles on them.

"Why do you keep torturing me?" She whispered as she laid there, possibly hoping that he wouldn't hear her.

He lowered his head and rubbed his palms together. He had no intention of torturing her except when he was mean to stop the crush she had on him. Making her hate him was the right approach as far as he could see, but love can fade so easily into hate and vice versa that he was beginning to question his theory.

Was he really to fight fire with fire? No one could explain this to him and he really didn't want the help. Amon stood up and crossed the room, (stepping over Miho and Michael along the way) and came to stand at the barred window.

He'd never noticed the view before from the 5th floor of Raven's Flat. The city looked like it was burning... He looked down at his feet and pressed his palms to the sill, leaning on it. The candles were burning around him as he stood there, the moon beating onto his pale skin.

Amon just barely noticed the slight squeak of the little green couch and the sound of small feet on the office floor. It wasn't until he felt two slim and light fingers tap his shoulder that he turned to see who it was.

He just stared at her as she stood there, obviously uncomfortable as she fidgeted somewhat.

"What is it Robin?" he asked, his tone icy as usual.

"Amon, do you hate me?" Her tone was so childlike that he couldn't help but let out a sigh as she asked him. It was a genuine and sincere question...she truly wanted to know. As if it hadn't been laid out flat for her? He set it up to make it seem like he hated her...maybe it wasn't as obvious as it seemed.

As he stood there, watching the lights from passing cars illuminate her pale skin, he really didn't want to say 'Yes I do' or 'No I don't'. Silence...yes that was the right thing. Just stay silent and she'll go away. After a long time of absolutely no sound, Robin bit her lower lip.

"Didn't you hear me?" She asked quietly, "Do you hate me?'

The look of slight hope in Robin's eyes made him realize that being silent wasn't going to cut it. He sighed and grabbed her shoulders and squeezed them reassuringly.

"I don't hate you Robin" he said soberly.

He had just said that he didn't hate her, not that he liked her or anything, just that he didn't despise her. She gave a small smile, though she was uncomfortable with the grip he had on her shoulders.

"That's all I wanted to know..." she whispered and stepped back, away from his grip.

Standing there, feeling slightly strange, Amon let out a sigh as he looked down at his hands. He shook his head and let them fall back to his sides. Amon looked to his side at one of the candles nearby and closed his eyes.

Why did everything he liked involve fire?