So I told my girlfriend this chapter would be light hearted fluff and like... okay maybe not fully fluff?... There's some sweet moments so I think it counts!

Thanks for all the reviews they really do inspire :D

"Wake up, sunshine, breakfast!"

David woke up on the couch, there were a couple of cushions under his head. It took him more than a few seconds to realise that the reason he was finding it so hard to move was because he was actually tucked into the couch. He tried to wiggle out of it but his injured arm was still asleep, he squinted up at Robin who was smirking down at him, why… oh, it all came rushing back to David, everything the night before… meeting his biological mother… holding onto Robin like he was a small child, falling asleep against him. That explained why he had slept on the couch, but why was he tucked in, unless… had Robin tucked him in ?!

"Want a hand?" Robin continued to smirk but he was staring softly at David, watching his face change as he woke up more, it was heartbreaking watching him build those barriers back up so quickly. He loosened the blanket and stayed by David's side as he sat himself up.

"Thanks, though it's your fault I was trapped."

Robin playfully rolled his eyes and waited for David to wake up a little more.

"What's going on?" He could hear people talking, had Mal come back? Had she apologised? Wanted to try?

"It's breakfast, your medicine will work better if you have a more consistent routine." David raised his eyebrow and Robin tried not to see Mal when he looked at him. "And I thought that we should do some things to get you more settled here." He trailed off uncertainly, the awkwardness was clearly shared by David but the teenager didn't disagree, which was something.

"Hey is he awake?" Regina appeared in the doorway, she noticed David sat up and she walked over pulling him into a tight hug which had him wincing ever so slightly. "I'm so sorry about everything." She whispered.

David swallowed deeply and shrugged his one good shoulder when she finally let go of him. "S'okay." He mumbled.

"It's not." Robin's voice was deep but this time certain, he crossed his arms over his chest. He shared a look with Regina who had been filled in that morning, she had laid into him for not waking her up so she could shout at Mallory herself. "David I'm sorry you had to-"

"-I can't…" David swallowed deeply, his hand rubbed the skin on the back of his neck under his hair, he couldn't meet their eyes or even look at them. He moved the blankets off of him, folding them roughly. "I can't do this right now… please?"

Robin shared a silent conversation with Regina, they had deliberately brought the other kids up to talk about their feelings, the way they had never been allowed to do in their own childhoods. It was harder to try and figure out David, who tried to hide everything he could. Eventually Robin nodded.

Breakfast was a simple affair, David went to help himself only to be forced into a seat and lectured about taking it easy, he rolled his eyes at everything Robin said, he received a conspiratorial grin from Henry, Robin must always be this overbearing.

It was nothing like breakfasts with Ruth and James which were few and far between, leftover pizza or things Ruth had brought home from her shifts, normally it was just him and James left to dissect mould off of bread for toast or to fight over the last bowl of cereal while Ruth slept off whatever it was she needed to sleep off.

Breakfast at the Locksley-Mills household weren't rushed in darkened hotel rooms or fast food drive throughs. It was simple due to everyone going to work or school but there was enough of it, and it was fresh, and everyone was happily talking about their days. Roland and Margot were on either side of him, both trying to excitedly tell him about what seemed like absolutely everything.

"Can David take me to school?"

"Erm…" David shifted, Margot seemed so happy like she was full of sunshine, he didn't even know where her school was and knew there was no way he could walk her there, but he didn't know how he could tell the six year old that without letting her down?

"No, I'm older!" Roland protested looking between his parents before looking at David. "Take me, you can meet all my friends, and you can see Callum's new backpack."

"Wow, how could he turn that down?" Henry hid his smile as he shovelled cereal into his mouth.

"Kids calm down, your father will be driving you as usual." Regina reached over the table to pass David two tablets which he busied himself taking so he didn't have to get involved.

"David will be with us, so you two don't have to argue over him."

"I will?"

Again with the Mal eyebrow raise, Robin noted. He tried to ignore it, to see it as David's not Mal's, and to carry on. "Yeah, we have to register you at the high school anyway, and you have a doctor's appointment."

"What- since when?"

"Since you can barely move, and we need to get you enrolled in school as soon as we can, you don't have to go yet but you can start to do some work from home." He saw the look on David's face. And gave him one back. "It'll be good for you, Sunshine."

"Quit calling me that." David let out in a groan, pushing away his empty bowl of now chocolatey milk.

"Nope."

The school drop off went smoother than David had expected.

The main problem David had was actually being inside of the car, it was a different height from the one he had been in, and he was in the passenger seat, he had been in the back of the small car when it had crashed. These differences didn't help as much as he told himself they did, he kept his eyes staring out of the door window and ignored all the conversation of his new/old family, luckily Robin had mistaken it for him being tired so left him to it.

While Robin took the kids into school David waited in the car. He had pulled out his phone to text James, to tell him about how weird this whole morning had been, to take his mind off the memories of the impact, it was only once he sent it and it remained unread that he remembered. He shoved the cell back into his pocket as Robin climbed into the driver's seat.

"You okay, Davey?"

"Don't call me that."

Robin went to carry on their reparte when he caught sight of David's face. "Okay… Is everything okay David? Is it because we're going to the doctor's? I know some people aren't fans of them."

"I'll be fine." David mumbled half to himself half to Robin, he stared out of the window, his hold on the door handle resumed as he waited for Robin to start the car.

Robin eventually gave in, humming along to songs on the radio as they drove across town, trying to hide his worried glances at David. He hated being able to tell that something was not quite right, but having no idea what to do to get him to smile.

He was silent as Robin parked at the hospital, silent as Robin led the way to the clinic, his shoulders were hunched, he barely even looked at Robin. Robin placed his hand on his shoulder to steer him into the right wing, David didn't pull away or shrug him off, which was what made Robin certain that something was going on. He got him to sit down as he signed forms.

"And what's your relationship to him?" The receptionist asked, typing details into the computer.

Robin paused his signing of the forms. "I'm his, he's my erm, he's my son. He's recently started to live with me." Robin fumbled, he signed the last line and passed the clipboard over, he looked back at David on instinct, but David was gone.

He walked around the corner expecting to find David there but not daring to breathe. The waiting room was almost empty there was a woman with her young daughter in a dress playing on a cellphone in the far corner, and an older teenager, nearly an adult, closest to Robin, his leg in a cast sticking out, looking at home in the waiting room.

No David.

He spun around as though expecting to see David stood there behind him, like Roland playing a prank.

The teenager cleared his throat, Robin looked at him. "Are you looking for your son? He looked a little pale, I think he went to get some air." He pointed towards a fire exit which was propped open with what looked like a brick to keep the door open.

Part of Robin wondered if the guy thought that Robin and David looked alike, or if it was simply an assumption that Robin was his father due to how he acted. "Thanks." He followed the way he had pointed, heading out to the fire door as briskly as he could.

He nearly fell over David.

He was sat on the ground, his back pressed against the wall of the hospital, he was curled in on himself, his knees tight against his chest. He didn't seem to even realise Robin had nearly kicked him. He was in his own head. He was almost perfectly still except his chest was going up and down as fast as Robin had ever seen anyone.

"David?" He swore at himself when he realised his voice had come out too quietly, too scared, he tried again. "Dave? What's going on?" It was then that he remembered his own childhood, sitting like that as a teenager himself. He took a seat in front of Robin, the toes of his shoes barely touching the toes of David's. The heels of David's hands were pressed against his eyes as though he couldn't stand whatever it was he was seeing.

David couldn't breathe, he couldn't breathe at all, something was wrong, he wasn't going to be able to breathe again, he couldn't, he couldn't-.

Then pressure. A hand clutching his own, squeezing it, pulling it away from his face, stopping him from burying them against his eyes.

David looked up, his chest still heaving as he blinked up at Robin, when had he got here? How had he noticed him gone, David hadn't been gone for that long, surely.

Then another thought dawned on him; shit, Robin was seeing him like this. Robin couldn't see him like this, he had already seen him break down the night before over his mom not wanting him, over everything, he couldn't see this.

"Davey- David, I know it's hard but you need to look at me, come on sunshine." He urged, his son finally looked up and met his eyes. Robin gave him an encouraging smile. "That's it. I think you're having a panic attack, can you try and copy my breathing?"

David shook his head. "N-No, I can't, I can't breathe-."

"Okay, okay, sunshine, look at me, David look at me bud. You can do this, take one deep breath, good, good, now let it out, good David, let's do it again, okay?" He kept hold of his hands as David calmed down a little, he was still in his head though, his eyes darting around.

"After we've got you registered at the school we should get you some clothes, are there any stores you really want to go to? Where do you normally get your clothes."

David blinked a few times. "Thrift stores, or er, goodwill." He frowned trying to think, automatically he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "James and I sometimes get them from, er, walmart, target."

Robin nodded his head slowly, the encouraging smile was still on his face, the way he said the last bit made him think that perhaps they forgot to pay for them. David still hadn't moved his hand from Robin's, he didn't like seeing David like this but he didn't want him to move it. "They might be a bit hard for you to walk all around, there's some smaller stores nearby, we can pick some up after we go to the school, if you're feeling up for it we can get some other things, to make you feel more at home, what sort of things do you like?" He was still breathing fast but the distraction was working.

David shrugged and he could feel himself coming back to himself. "I draw, sometimes, passing through town with my mom and Jamie."

Robin's smile widened. "You'll have to show me sometime."

David nodded slowly, he breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth, slowly, deliberately.
"Can I borrow some scissors?" He asked, finally pulling his hand away from Robin's, he was calmer now, so he couldn't justify the touch anymore. He could practically feel Robin's eyes on him, perhaps it was not the right thing to ask for after having a panic attack right in front of him. "My hair's too long my mom usually, my, er, Ruth usually cuts it, she couldn't, she wasn't feeling well."

"Ruth's still your mum, David, you don't have to try and correct yourself for my sake or anyone else's. I know, I think that things weren't always easy and straight forward, but Mal's right," he hated saying that as much as David hated hearing it, "Ruth loved you."

David looked down at his knees, his own dirty jeans worn so thin they had made a hole on both knees, he cleared his throat and swallowed, it didn't stop two tears from rolling down his cheeks.

Robin was silent for a minute. "David, has this happened before?"

David squeezed his eyes shut: a song, a laugh, a crash, metal, burning, a scream, someone's, his? Darkness.
He tore them back open: daylight, warmth where the sun hit his skin, cold where he sat in shadow. Robin's face.
David swallowed deeply. Nodded his head.

"Since the crash?"

Silence followed by a half shrug.

Robin reached out and ran his hand through his son's hair, drawing David's averted eyes back to his own. "Davey?"

"Don't," David's voice broke, "please."

Robin's hand swiftly left David's hair. "I'm sorry, I forgot. Can- can I ask why…?"

"My father- Robert, I mean, he used to call me it." He forced a small smile onto his face. "Jamie called me it, he was the only one who could, who wasn't- it's not about you doing it, it's just."

It's okay, David, I get it. I'll make more of an effort to stop, I promise I get it, just keep calling me out on it until I learn, okay, Sunshine?"

David's brows furrowed in confusion, how could it be that easy? He had known plenty of people who didn't care about his protests, one of tweakers who would come around whenever they were in Chicago who only stopped when James broke his nose, and told him he'd break more than that if he called David it again.

He wondered if James would have punched Robin sooner. He hoped he wouldn't have. David forced an easy looking smile onto his face. "I think anything's better than 'sunshine', though."

David's easy smile looked forced and tired. It didn't work. "David, did these start after the accident?" He stayed quiet. "Did you have these before?"

David's smile disappeared and he bit his lip looking away from Robin again. "Sometimes." He could feel Robin's eyes on him. "They've been worse, I guess, since… since everything."

Robin let out a soft sigh. "I'm sorry you've been going through this alone, kid, you're not alone anymore. We're going to get you some help-"

"-I don't need it, I'm fine- I will be fine, they'll go soon-"

"-David, you need help, and that's okay. This isn't something which is just going to fade without it, it's nothing to be ashamed of - my father wasn't the best, he left me needing some help, someone to talk to, a professional. It also could mean that problems such as this runs in the family." He watched David wince, and scrubbed his hand over his own eyes, perhaps that card wasn't the right one at the moment. "We'll just mention it to the doctor, see what he thinks could help, you're going through enough at the moment without having to go through this too."

David scuffed his sneakers against the concrete, he nudged Robin's shoes but he didn't move them back, so neither did David. The door was still open to the hospital wing and someone called out David's name.

"I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do, and I'm not going to tell the doctor if you don't want me to, but I hope you will because I think it'll be better for you."

Another call of his name, a deep male voice talking, a low rumbling David couldn't make the words out. He looked back at Robin, looking so out of place; sat on the floor outside. in a shirt and jeans which probably cost more than David had seen in his whole life. David nodded at him and allowed him to help him stand up. He didn't miss Robin watching him closely as they walked back inside, he didn't know if it was because of his unbalanced walk or his generalised unbalanced mind.

David sat on the hospital bed, his legs dangling down the side, wearing only his underwear and a hospital gown. His shoulder and leg no longer ached but actively hurt; not to a debilitating degree but it wasn't fun. The doctor had tested the movement in his body particularly his injured shoulder and leg. He had looked at the stitches scattered around David's body including his head, and a couple were infected.

He tested his reactions and performed what seemed like every test known to man for David's head, he asked him what seemed like countless questions about memory loss, and mood or personality changes, signs of something called Post Concussion Syndrome.
Doctor Han added his answers to his notes before telling David to get dressed again.

David could hear Robin talking to the doctor on the other side of the curtain, for a second he froze fear like ice in his veins at the mere seconds of belief that Robin had gone back on his word, had betrayed him. But he was talking about a history of some illness or other in his family tree, which David supposed was usual. Not that he had been to enough doctors in his life to know that.

He made his way back to the desk and practically fell into the seat beside Robin.

"I think it will be best to mix in a new pain medication to the ones you're currently taking, just until the infections have cleared up, you need to rest as much as you can. It could also ease your headache too."

"He will be." Robin swore before David could even open his mouth.

"I'm already sleeping all the time," David tried his best not to whine but he could hear it in his own voice, "do I really need them?"

The pediatrician placed his pen down looking at David carefully. "Realistically we would have you still in hospital, I spoke with your doctors back in," he glanced at his notes, "Pittsburgh, we agreed that as long as you are being monitored and continue to improve; having you at home might aid your recovery. But you do need these, from what you have told me you are experiencing a lot of pain, unsurprisingly, it could hamper your recovery if you are in too much pain to be able to move your limbs correctly. Your body will get used to the pills and we will reevaluate in a couple of weeks time."

David slowly nodded his head, hoping he improved quickly so he could get off of them, he hated this feeling.

"I took the liberty of referring you to physiotherapy when your father rang me, they called me back just before I called you in, that's why I was late calling you in, they had an appointment for you on Wednesday morning, it'll be here, I'll give you this." He passed a sheet of paper covered in writing to Robin, along with several pamphlets. "Those will also give you information about your concussion, common problems- when to come in and see us, even things such as diet and exercise - though it will be best to consult your physiotherapist over which will be suitable for you."

Robin opened one up and flicked through before closing it up.

David bounced his leg staring down at his foot.

"David, how have you been feeling? Your mood, I mean."

"I'm… I'll be okay." David felt a hand on his leg, squeezing gently until he stopped bouncing it, David followed it up until he hit Robin's face, that encouraging smile still stuck on his face. He looked back at the doctor. "I've… I've been having some bad memories, and er, nightmares I guess…"

"David's been having panic attacks too." Robin added cautiously. "They've increased in frequency since the crash."

David could feel all eyes on him, the doctor staring at him like he was a damn sudoku, Robin was staring at him too, in a way Robert never had. He wondered if Robert had ever suspected that David wasn't his.

"There's a brilliant therapist who has a private office in the town, he specialises in childhood trauma, I'd be happy to refer you to see him."

David kept his eyes down, he shook his head, when no one spoke he finally answered, stuttering as he shook his head again. "T-There's nothing wrong with me, it'll, they'll go soon-."

"-I'm not saying anything is wrong with you, you've gone through a lot lately, and concussions can cause a lot of problems to do with mood, organisation, even cluttered thinking, I think it would be beneficial for you to see him."

David bit his lip.

"David, if you don't like them then you don't have to go, but I think it could be worth at least trying. Your- Henry has appointments with Archie, just to talk about things, he's a good guy."

David sighed then nodded his head. "I'll try them, I guess."

The doctor smiled. "Good, good, I'll set it up and ring you to let you know when your appointment is. Do you have any questions for me?"

David shook his head.

"How long do you recommend David stays off school, I don't want him going until he's more stable - able to walk around, and concentrate, I was thinking at least two weeks?"

"That sounds like a good length of time, I think it depends on how David is feeling," he sent David a smile which made him feel like he was being overwatched, "but I can assess how you are in a couple of weeks time and reevaluate, if that's okay with you?"

"Sure." David shrugged, he wasn't in a rush to go to some school where he didn't know anyone, it wasn't like he went with any regularity anyway.

"Good. Let me get these printed off for you, Robin I'm sure you know the way to the pharmacy, and you can be on your way."

David just sat there as the printer made the usual printing noises and the doctor talked to Robin, asking about Regina and the kids. David stared at a picture on the doctor's desk, the doctor and his kids or grandkids at disney world.

"Sunshine?"

David's head snapped up to look at Robin. There was a confused look on his face, it changed to worry when he saw David's confusion. "Sorry I was… what?"

"Doctor Han was just saying he has a crutch for you to use, until you're able to walk without support."

"Oh. Yeah. Thanks?" The doctor and Robin exchanged a look and David was fairly certain he had missed more than he had realised.

They were passed the prescription letters and Doctor Han made sure to shake all of both of their hands. "It was really nice to meet you David, I'll contact your father about everything we've discussed. If you have any problems arise before our next appointment feel free to just pop in, or give me a phone call."

"Sit down."

"'M fine." David mumbled, he leant back against the wall feeling the cold painted brick through his shirt. He felt Robin's hand on his arm, he glanced up at Robin who just stared at him with raised eyebrows as he pushed David down into the chair he had been standing next to. The crutch he was holding slipped out to his side hitting Robin's shin. The older man flinched and it served him right. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. If you want to be able to limp around a couple of stores you're going to take a break."

David narrowed his eyes at him. "Are you always like this?"

Amusement sparked on Robin's face. He kept one eyebrow raised as he smirked. "Like this?"

David opened his mouth to answer but the words didn't come out, he searched for the words; overprotective, this caring, worried about every little thing David seemed to do even before it became an issue for him.
"Annoying." David settled for instead, adding in a small, prideful smirk.

Robin let out a laugh. "Yep, just ask your siblings." The word came out before he had meant for it to, if felt so bizarre saying that to a new kid, and he wasn't sure when (or even if) David would be okay with being counted, explicitly, in their family.

David looked down at his converse, toe caps greyed with age, they looked a lot older since the crash, there were one of the few things of his which had survived. He thought about James; about the games they had played, about the fights they had gotten in, about the time when David was four and Robert had brought home a cake for his birthday; it hadn't been David's birthday but it was the most he had ever tried with David.
He looked back up at Robin who was rubbing the back of his neck and staring across the room. He thought about growing up in Storybrooke, about having friends from kindergarten, about growing up in the big house, about having younger siblings and having a dad who might have remembered his birthday.

Robin looked back down at David who was frowning ever so slightly, he seemed to be looking up at him but didn't seem to actually be looking at him. Robin reached out and gently brushed his hand against his cheek, as soon as David came back to himself Robin moved his hand away. "You doing okay, kid?"

David nodded. "Have you known the doctor for a while?"

"Er, yeah, I guess. I moved here when I was around your age, he was my doctor then, though he was much younger."

"Much, much." David joked. "You moved here from England, right?"

"Yeah, London. My father got a job opportunity here, so we moved, I became friends with Regina, and with Mal. And Doctor Han's been the kids' doctor since we adopted them."

David thought he might have heard Robin mention something like that when David overheard his and Mal's conversation the night before. He opened his mouth but closed it when he heard his name being called to the counter to collect the new medicines and the repeats.

"Stay there. I'll get them."

"Dictator." David murmured.

Robin made sure to keep an eye on David as they walked to his car, ready to help the second it would seem like David was in too much pain or was about to slip. When they were close enough he walked the few feet forward to open David's car for him.

David froze, he tried his best to urge himself forward, it was just a car, just a car like thousands around, he had spent much of his life living in a car it wasn't a big problem, it shouldn't be a problem.

Robin was waiting to hear footsteps of David approaching, but they didn't come. He looked back. David was still feet away. Robin was waiting for him to move again. But he didn't. "David?" He called. No reaction. He tried again. David didn't seem to be able to hear him. "David, are you okay? Are you in pain?" Robin walked back over to David, he stood in front of him, when he placed his hands on his shoulders David flinched dramatically. "Hey, hey, kid. It's okay. What's going on?"

"It's, it's not a problem, it's okay, it's-"

"David!" He flinched again but he finally looked up at Robin. Those stormy blue eyes were full of what Robin was fairly certain was fear. God, had he made him scared? Shit. Robin took a step back, his hands up in apology. "Sorry, I just, are you okay? Is it your leg?"

David shook his head, he opened and closed his mouth trying to find his words, but he couldn't again, not so soon after his last breakdown.

"Oh, oh, it's another panic attack?"

"N-no," David shook his head again, he wasn't lying, he didn't think it was yet a panic attack, he could feel his stomach full of butterflies, and he was fairly certain he was beginning to sweat, but it wasn't yet a panic attack. He took slow breaths, Robin felt as though he was too far away, he hadn't meant to make him step back. He took in a shaky breath and opened his mouth. "T-the car. It's… I don't think I can…"

Robin frowned, he looked from David to the car, he looked back at David. "The car? Oh… shit." He remembered how slow David had been to get in the car that morning, he had put it down to hesitance to spend time with him and the kids, and Robin had been too busy with the kids to question it. He had said that his anxiety had been worse since the crash, he didn't think about the fact that he might find it hard to be inside of a car.

"I'm sorry I just, I can do it, I just need…" He ran his free hand through his hair, wincing ever so slightly when his hand brushed his stitches. He felt Robin's hands on his shoulders again, holding him up, supporting him.

"It's okay, David, as long as you need." Robin felt lost, what was he meant to do in this situation? He reached into his pocket and brought out his phone. He tapped on the map app and pressed the directions for home. He held it out to David. "Okay, here's where we are and where home is, it's about twenty minutes, maybe you can watch this and see how soon we can be home?"

David gave a small nod and shrugged his shoulder. "I guess." He thought that anything was worth a try. They stood there for seven minutes, David calming his breathing, Robin was rubbing his arm. He looked up at Robin. "Wait, I thought we were going to the town?"

Robin gave a small sigh. "David, I don't think that's the best idea, it's the other direction and I had been planning on taking you towards the city, it would mean being in the car for a long time." He watched David's face fall. "We can order you some things online and then in a couple of weeks we could try again?" He watched David nod but he still looked so crestfallen that Robin felt bad. He glanced at his phone clutched in David's hand as he thought. "There's a barber shop on the way home, we could stop in on our way home, I know you said you wanted a cut?"

David followed Robin's eyes and searched the map until he found the barbers on the map. He looked back at Robin. "Okay." He agreed, as though doing Robin a favour, he kept the phone tight in his hand as he allowed Robin to help him into the car.

It was nearly an hour later that they finally made it back home. Robin unlocked the door and allowed David inside first. "You need to rest." He called after David who continued towards the living room. Robin rolled his eyes when David didn't divert his course.

Robin headed into the kitchen instead of following him. He read the instructions on each and every one of David's medicines as he sorted David out some lunch. He figured a cheese sandwich was a safe choice, he added an apple and some juice, then poured all the pills he needed into a little paper cup. He carried the food and medicine through to the living room where David was sat, staring at his cellphone.

"Here, David, take your medicine first."

"But-"

"David you heard the doc, if you don't then you'll just end up in hospital and won't heal."

David let out a groan but took the cup and the bottle of juice. "Fine, but only because hospital food sucked. And it was always super quiet, it was creepy."

Robin sat on the coffee table opposite David. "You were scared of the hospital?"

"I wasn't scared! It was just creepy - it was like a horror movie!"

Robin chuckled and watched as David downed the pills. "Even if you ever did end up in one again I'm sure it wouldn't be that quiet."

David tilted his head to the side, scrunching up his face, waiting for Robin to elaborate when he didn't- David asked "Why?".

"Well, you have all of us to keep you company now." Robin shrugged. He could see David's cheeks pinken as the teenager rubbed the back of his neck. He passed him the plate. "Eat as much as you can. I'm just going to get some lunch: you need anything?"

A pause. "Nah, I'm good."

"Shout if you need me."

Robin had made himself a grilled chicken salad and had intended to go back to David but his cell had rung so he took the call, it was Doctor Han, apparently the psychologist had a cancellation the next day.

Robin would be lying to say he wasn't relieved, he wasn't sure how an adult would cope with everything David had, let alone a kid. He was just dreading having to drive him there, it wasn't that far away and staring at the map on the phone seemed to help just a little, but it was that just a little.

He headed back into the living room to tell David but stopped in the doorway. David was slouched back on the couch fast asleep, his sandwich half eaten on the table, he must have put it on there before falling asleep.

Robin placed his own plate down to just watch him. David looked a hell of a lot younger now his hair had been cut, it was lighter in colour too, the barber had sprayed it with something to help cut it (being careful to avoid his stitches) and he could see not that it had curled from the water. He looked younger than his fifteen years, so unguarded in his sleep, Robin wondered what he could do so that David could be that unguarded when he was awake too. He wanted to leave him but knew he wouldn't be comfortable when he woke.

Robin carefully began to lie him down, but David flinched, waking up, stiffening, and grabbing hold of Robin's arms, as he panted staring around.

"Huh? What-? Mom?!"

Robin's heart fell. "Shh, shh, it's okay David, it's okay, you're safe, you're in Storybrooke with me, Robin… Your dad." He watched as recognition slowly came back into David's eyes and he began to slowly relax, he could feel David's grip on him lax.

"M- Robin?"

"Yeah, sunshine. You fell asleep, I'm just helping you lie down, it's okay, go back to sleep kid." David allowed him to lie him down in the same spot he had fallen asleep the night before. Robin grabbed a throw and when he turned back around David was asleep once again. Robin tucked the blanket over him. Robin fell back into the armchair beside David's head and found himself watching him again, this boy, his son.