Roy remembers there was a boy. Well, certainly not a boy, but probably not a man either.
Robin Procella was someone, certainly. Of course everyone was someone, but he just happened to be someone who stuck out from the crowd.
Maybe it was his odd white hair that separated him from the psychedelically colored sea of people.
Or maybe it was—nope. Not thinking of that. Not even gonna start thinking about not thinking.
So instead of twisting a knife into his glassy heart, Roy tells himself that Robin just stuck out to him because of his silly white hair instead of his infinitely deep and warm brown eyes that he fell into and endlessly kind personality where he was so afraid of hurting anyone that he wouldn't even touch a—
Stop. He tells himself sharply, as tears start to gather in the corners of his vision and his mind begins to run viciously fast circles.
So the redhead tells himself, "It's just the hair." And then angrily goes down into the basement of his home and runs on the treadmill until he is sweating and panting and sees spots in his vision.
He passes out promptly after, and for a few blissful hours he forgets about that swan-haired person and his stupid, damned eyes.