Robin soon started to fidget. She didn't like waiting, but it was what it cost to have him walk over, since that was what he was probably going to do. Cerulean gaze was cast towards Touko's old room. The girl stood, walking over to the closed door. Her black stockings caused her to slip a little on the polished wood floor. She poked her head into the room, looking around. Tears started to form, but she blinked them back. Robin wouldn't be the one to cry. Not even alone in her own apartment. Pulling her head back, she shut the door quietly, and then leaned her head against the closed door. She couldn't stop it.
Her shoulders shuddered as she tried to breath, her nose stuffing up more than it already had been. The tears fell, and she didn't try to stop them. It was only a matter of time before he came and found her like this. Would he care for her? Hold her until she stopped crying, and then turn back to his normal self? Wait… did she really care this much about him? No… her heart had been broken before. A long time ago, but she couldn't remember it now. She would only cry worse than she already was.
She didn't even hear the door open, but she did feel the hand on her shoulder. She looked up to see him there, concerned and caring. Amon pulled her into his arms holding her head against her chest. Hesitantly, he kissed the top of her head, whispering to her that it would be alright. Of course it would be alright. They had each other for comfort, but to him, it wasn't enough.
He smelled wonderfully of French Roast coffee and a cigarette, showing that he had been at Harry's earlier. She wondered if he always smelled like this, but it wasn't every morning he went to Harry's.