Context: 6x02
Prompt: #110 Language
Word count: 200
Comment: Remember how Barney talked the gang into packing up his mother's house? :) This is what happened after that very eventful day.
"That's a sight I would've killed for back in the day."
She smirks at him from his childhood bed. "Sixteen-year-old Robin would've never stepped foot in here, just so you know."
"Hmmhmm, 'cause she was busy going to the mall." He sits down next to her.
"You okay?" Robin asks. "You had a lot to unpack today."
"Ironic, considering we've been packing up the house."
There's a lot of things she wants to say to him. How proud she is of him, how she gets life with an absent father, how she would've bought all the lies too if someone only had bothered deceiving her. Instead, she links her arm through Barney's, resting her head against his shoulder.
"So," he clears his throat, and she knows he'll crack a joke before he does. She always knows. They speak the same language, and she's gotten even better at it with all the heartbreak – his, hers, theirs collectively – of the last year. "We didn't get as far today as anticipated. This might be a three-day-job after all."
She snorts. "No way. You're not talking me into this again."
He turns so his lips brush against her hair smoothly. "We'll see about that."