Italics are thoughts. If you haven't caught on to this by now, you must be dense.

I don't own the Teen Titans. This is also something you should have caught on to by now.

Though Robin had suggested that everyone get a good night's sleep hours ago, he still lay wide awake, too thoughtful and restless to follow his own advice. Setsuna's story wasn't that different from that of thousands of children all over the world. But for some reason, perhaps because he knew her, it was much more personal this time. He felt a hatred for her parents that bordered in equality for his hatred of Slade, and Slade was no longer around.

"Why?" He whispered aloud to himself, a frown of confusion knitting his brows. "Why is this so different from the millions of other kids who have to suffer as bad as this or worse?" He looked down. "And why do I feel so strange? I care about my friends. And I've held Starfire and Raven just as close as when I was carrying Setsuna. So why is it that I can't forget how good it felt?" Not just because she was warm, she was, but her skin almost melted into mine. She belonged in my arms. He let his memories carry him back to what was now, judging by the clock, yesterday. He had carried her down the hallway, because she had nearly blacked out. He had held her in his arms, felt the warmth radiating from her body, and now his skin was on fire. Earlier, when he had been leaning over her, trying to make her eat, nothing had mattered other than the fact that she needed food. As he thought about it now, he knew by the warmth in his cheeks that he was blushing. That was the way he was. He rarely let the moment bother him, only did what was needed at the time. It didn't do to worry 'till later. For a while his thoughts roamed, and he tossed about, trying to get comfortable. After about an hour, he realized he couldn't. As he often did when sleep wouldn't come to him, he took a walk around the tower and looked in on his sleeping team-mates.

Now, contrary to popular thought, Robin was not all business. He had a fun side, and a sensitive side, which Starfire saw more than anyone else. Robin had to show patience and understanding with her, especially when she had first become part of the team. As he looked in on her, she lay with her hands clasped on her chest, head hanging over the bottom end of the bed, and feet propped up on the pillow. No one was sure where she had gotten the idea that you were supposed to sleep like that, but as long as she was comfortable..., though he didn't see how she kept all the blood from rushing to her head. Cyborg lay on his tabletop, recharging. Robin slipped in to check the connections, making sure that nothing was going to overheat, and that all of the systems were running in proper order. BB was tossing in his bed, which was a common recurrence so near to Terra's entrapment in stone. Robin knew that the young changeling had kept a few things of Terra's, and after rummaging around a bit, found one of her favorite things. He picked up a small hair comb, adorned with a butterfly, from the floor and placed it in Beast Boy's open fist. After a few moments the boy quieted down, and Robin nodded in approval. Raven was the one person Robin had to be careful about checking up on. She would sense if he entered her room, so the most he could do was slide the door open and make sure she was still in bed. She lay on her side, one fist half curled under her cheek. Her hair splayed around the pillow, and it was almost difficult to make out her sleeping form from the dark colors of her room. She smiled in her sleep, and Robin was once again glad that he had picked up this habit. He got to see her smile more often than anyone, which was in its own way, a very stable reassurance. Raven was an essential part of the team, and knowing that she could smile, even though it was necessary for her to hide her emotions most of the time, was a reminder that she felt the same way about them, her friends, that they felt about her.

He passed the room that had once been Terra's and stopped at the guest room. No sound came from within, which hopefully meant that their guest was sleeping soundly. He didn't give a moment's thought when he opened the door and stepped over the threshold, walking silently to the side of the bed, like a guardian shadow. He did have to pause, however, when he caught sight of her.

Setsuna lay on her back, though her lower torso was shifted sideways, so that her body created a sort of upside down question mark. That looks uncomfortable. The moonlight streaked silver through her hair and leached away the tan from her skin, causing her to shimmer in a ghostly fashion. Her thick lashes curled away from the tops of her cheeks, a stark comparison to her moon-bleached complexion. One arm lay draped across her midriff, and her other arm was up, her half open hand a few inches from her head. I can't help staring at her. I should feel like I'm intruding. She shifted slightly, turning her body partially in the direction her lower torso was pointing, most likely to remove the strain of having her body twisted like a pretzel. Robin, out of some compulsion that he couldn't understand, reached out one bare hand and curled one of her dark locks around his index finger. It's so soft! Her blanket had fallen down to her waist, so that her pajamas were revealed. She was wearing a pale yellow spaghetti strap shirt and, from what little he could see, matching pants. He bent to draw the blanket up, but as his fingers drew across the bare skin of her side, he jerked back. His mind froze as her entire body shivered, causing an empathic shiver to run up his own spine. I didn't think to wonder if she's ticklish. This is crazy. I barely touched her. Why do I feel so jumpy!?! Carefully he withdrew to the safety of his room, to ponder these latest revelations. How had contact with her bare skin caused an almost electric shock to run up his arm? Why had he presumed to go into her room anyhow? He didn't have the same license with her that he did with the others. She wasn't one of his team members. And yet he felt somehow that he had the right to check on her, and make sure she was alright.

He had heard the others murmering among themselves why he hadn't asked Star out yet. The truth was, he had never really thought about her like that. She was an erring younger sister who had to be constantly set to rights. He just didn't view her in the romantic sense. Even if he had, he probably wouldn't have seen it for what it was, simply for the fact that he had never been in a relationship before. He was well versed enough in human behavior to recognize the way he acted around each of the other Titans. Why couldn't he rationalize his actions around this strange new addition to the tower?!?