Author Note: This chapter features flashbacks from Robin and Jesse's POV. I tried to frame each one in a way that makes it clear, but just in case, I'm notifying you all now.

How I Met Your Father

Sebastian awoke to find himself in bed fully clothed, with Violet curled up beside him. It was still pitch-black outside, save for the soft glow of the waning crescent moon and the city lights outside his bedroom window. In the dim light, Sebastian studied Violet's features, noticing the strands of hair that fell onto her face, the gentle curves of her body, and the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. But slowly the numb contentedness of watching his girlfriend while he slept was eaten away by the memory of his mother's betrayal.

His thoughts darkened as he considered how long Robin had lied to him about his father's whereabouts. The man rolled over and stared at the ceiling but lying awake in bed did nothing to help him keep his mind off things.

It was still early, and Sebastian did not want to wake Violet, so he crept out of bed silently and shut the bedroom door behind him. For the first time, the programmer saw all the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Sebastian's heart sank to new depths when he discovered all the food that had been prepared last night, now gone to waste after sitting out all night.

"Violet really went all-out," the raven-haired man observed guiltily. He glanced at the perfectly rolled maki on the table and sighed heavily as he tossed it in the trash. Sebastian figured at the very least he should clean up so Violet would not have to witness all her hard work being literally thrown away.

His dark eyes assessed the contents of his trash can. "I better take this out now," Sebastian muttered grumpily Otherwise the raw fish might start to stink. He would have liked to eat all the food that Violet made for him last night. At least at this hour he would not run into many of his neighbors in the hallway on his way to the trash chute.

Sebastian was not gone long, but he heard noises in the kitchen upon his return. Assuming it was Violet, the man called out to her. "I'll make breakfast," he insisted. "You cooked a lot last night and we didn't even…" Sebastian's voice trailed off when he saw his mother standing in the kitchen, looking worse for wear than he had seen in a long time. Her eyes were nearly as red as her hair, so it was obvious that she had been crying.

"Mom? What are you doing here?" Not only had it snowed heavily last night, but the roads around Pelican Town were almost guaranteedly unplowed and dangerous to drive. Sebastian was horrified to imagine that Robin had driven here through the mountains overnight to make it here by now, but she must have done so.

But the red headed woman stood there, quiet and trembling. Sebastian noticed she was clutching to something in her hands - a lucky rabbit's foot. "Sebby, I…" Robin began, but her voice failed her. It took her another moment to collect herself once again.

"I owe you so many apologies, sweetheart," his mother said quietly. "I don't even know where to begin."

Sebastian was angry and hurt, but he also needed answers and it finally felt like his mother was willing to provide them. He motioned toward the sofa and sat across from her. Robin settled down, glancing around the room with a tragic sort of smile plastered to her face.

Robin stroked the fur on her keychain. "What do you want to know?"

Part of him was afraid to learn if his mother kept his father's existence from her this entire time, but Sebastian had to know. "Have you known where my dad is this whole time?"

His mom shook her head, dabbing tears from her eyes. "No, I didn't," Robin responded. While it was somewhat comforting to know that his entire life had not been a complete lie, Sebastian also knew from her body language that his mom was not just saying that to make him feel better. "I wasn't able to find him again until recently."

"What changed?" Sebastian queried. After all these years of trying to get back in contact, surely some new information must have come about for his mother to find his biological father so suddenly.

Robin bit her lip. "It was the morning you mentioned that Professor Edge offered you this place while he went away on sabbatical," his mother confessed, her eyes fixed on the pattern of the rug on the floor. "I recognized your father's handwriting in your notebook."

Sebastian shook his head. "The only other person who wrote in that notebook was…" his eyebrows furrowed as his brain properly collected the evidence. While Sebastian could not wrap his head around the idea right away, he could not deny their physical similarities. And why a stranger went out of his way to accommodate him.

"Jay is my father?" Sebastian was in shock from the revelation. But then again, Jay had the same black hair and face shape and they still had so much in common, despite never knowing each other. How differently would things have been if Jay had stuck around long enough to be a presence in life?

His mother nodded in confirmation. "He went by 'Jesse' when I met him back in high school," Robin explained. "Jesse Edge…"

Robin perched on the railing behind the back door of the high school cafeteria, pulling a drag from her cigarette before passing it along to her right. Students were not supposed to loiter on school grounds unless they were participating in club activities, but she and her friends knew it was easier to avoid a lecture from their 'rents and teachers if they stayed out of sight.

Debbie, Robin's best friend, tilted her chin toward the far end of the parking lot where a group of seniors huddled. "What's their damage?" she wondered aloud as the smoldering flame of the cigarette met with the filter. The blonde flicked the nub to the ground and crushed it into the asphalt with the toe of her boot.

Robin brushed her teased bangs behind her ear to better assess the situation. She recognized a few faces in the crowd, not by name, but by reputation for being major dickheads. "Looks like Larry and the second-string wannabes are itching for a fight again," she observed, opting to pocket her pack of cigarettes into her denim jacket instead of lighting up a new one. The ginger hopped off the railing and landed on the ground below with a soft thump.

"Wanna crash the party?" Robin suggested with a smirk, sauntering toward the upperclassmen. It was a good day to ruin the jocks' fun. Her friends followed without question. No one in their right mind was going to miss out.

It did not take a genius to notice that all the second-string football players had ganged up on someone. Even the toughest solo fighter would have trouble against six jocks. This was not like the movies where the protagonist's opponents all waited patiently to attack their prey one-on-one. Robin could not see who the guy was, but she was not the type to stop and ask questions when someone was being whaled on.

She strode right into the fray, kicking her steel-toed boots up between the nearest football players' legs. The guy crumbled like a week-old cafeteria cookie. Robin grabbed the next guy by the back of his jersey's collar, choking him slightly as she fell back to use her body weight against him. She caught herself from falling by stepping back, then lunged forward to connect her studded-leather first into the dude's left eye.

With three of their guys suddenly MIA, two by Robin and one by Debbie, the others quickly noticed they were no longer alone. They paused, leaving only Larry to hold their victim by the back of his neck as he addressed the gang of girls. "Well, well, well," the dumb clydesdale snickered. "If it isn't Little Robin Redbreast and her flock," the blond taunted the group of young women. "Come to sing for us, ladies?"

Robin loathed the nickname that had spread throughout the school, but she knew major losers like him used it to try to get under her skin. Besides, she knew how to fight fire with fire.

"What's wrong, Limp Dick?" Robin countered mockingly. The big guy's obnoxious smirk fell instantly at the insult. "I guess that black eye I gave you didn't teach you any manners?" If the jock had kept his hands to himself, Robin would not have given him that little present last season. It was a shame the bruise had already faded.

Her friends giggled behind her, shaming Larry further. If there was one thing morons like him hated, it was when a girl laughed at him. Now there were half a dozen doing just that within earshot of his best friends.

"I got kicked by a goat!" Larry protested, eyeing his allies to make sure they bought the lame excuse. He dropped the guy he held captive as he furiously denied the actual version of events. "I visited my uncle's farm for a few weeks this Summer and the little bastard got me."

"Shut it, Larry!" Robin shot back, widening her stance to signal she was not going anywhere. She noticed the guy the seniors beat up staggering to his feet. "No one believes your stupid story."

Larry growled in annoyance. "Why do you care so much about a new kid?" the blond complained. "He's just some random wastoid!"

That's why I don't recognize him, Robin reasoned. Even if she did not know the names of Larry's goons, she knew their faces well enough. The new kid was kind of scrawny, like he just hit his growth spurt and had not quite filled out yet. What intrigued Robin most was that not all of his bruises were fresh. Larry might be right about one thing, judging from the marred patches of skin around the crook of the new kid's elbows.

Still, Robin was not about to give Larry that satisfaction. "I don't give a damn about him, but seeing your ugly mug makes me wanna ralph," she argued. "Now get lost!"

The jocks froze like deer in headlights as they were interrupted by the sound of police sirens wailing in the distance. Odds were good that the cops would pass by on their way toward wherever they were headed. Larry and the gang decided it was better not to risk their precious dreams of proving themselves for the star athletes they obviously were once the first-string players were rendered useless by some unfortunate mix-up with a packet of laxative powder. Robin could not help the smug smirk that formed on her face as the pack of meatheads booked it over the fence.

Once the coast was clear, Robin approached the new guy. He was a total space cadet, examining his body with a look as if he could not believe his own limbs existed. She noticed a few small, open wounds. "Hey, Donna!" the ginger called over her shoulder. "Where's our first aid kit?

The neon-haired girl wordlessly pulled it out of her bag and handed it to Robin, who grabbed the new kid's hand and led him back toward the building. "I forgot a textbook inside," she lied casually. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"But, Thrush!" Robin expected the rebuttal and tossed her pack of cigarettes to the gang to silence their dissent.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she repeated firmly. It was a dismissal, not a request. Robin knew that the other girls looked up to her and did not use that influence often, but this was one of those moments when she did not want a posse around. The last thing the new guy needed was to be crowded again, even by a group as dope as the flock.

Debbie frowned but started her way home and the others followed suit. Satisfied, Robin led the new guy inside and into the boys' bathroom. "...Wait." He stopped in his tracks and pointed toward the sign on the door. "You can't go in there."

Those were the first words the guy said this whole time. Robin rolled her eyes and refuted his concerns. "No one cares, dweeb," she assured the newbie, grabbing his wrist once again and leading him inside. It smelled like shit. Robin regretted not using the girls' bathroom now, but if the new kid had a problem already, she doubted she could convince him to go in anyway. "I'm just going to patch you up."

Robin did her best with the limited supplies to get his wounds cleaned up and the new dude just stood there with a thousand-yard stare right through her. "What's your damage, new kid?" she asked, annoyed at the silence. Being so close, Robin could better see the track marks on his arms. There were no scabs or fresh pricks, so he had not used recently. Maybe his family moved here to get him clean.

"None of your business…" the dark-haired teen grumbled.

Robin purposefully prodded him a bit too roughly as she swabbed his next wound to retaliate. He barely flinched. Damn… the ginger thought. She almost pitied the guy. It looked like his parents starved him or something, judging from his scrawny frame.

"Like, you know Larry targeted you because you don't have any connections here yet, right, new kid?" Robin figured another huge factor was that Larry also got majorly pissed off when he saw the syringe tracks on the guy's arm. Even when his family tried to hide it, everyone in town knew that Larry's cousin Jeff died of an overdose a few years back. The jock really changed for the worse after that.

"Jesse." The new kid glanced up at her with his slate-grey eyes. She saw only the faintest hint of life in them.

"Jessie?" Robin shook her head, shaking the nerves from his half-dead stare. "No, it's 'Robin,'" the girl reiterated, packing away the first aid kit. "You have, like, a terrible memory, new kid. But I guess Larry and the boys smacked you around real good, you might not have heard."

"I'm not a kid, I'll be eighteen in a few days," the injured stranger insisted in a low voice. "And I'm Jesse, you ditz."

Robin's mouth fell open at the audacity of this guy to insult her after she generously saved his ass from utter annihilation. And she told Jesse as much to his stupid face.

"I've had worse," Jesse grumbled, downplaying his injuries with a shrug. Robin could not determine whether she preferred quiet Jesse or this contrarian.

The girl bristled at the defeat of his tone but chose to instead focus on other things. "Fine, but I don't help people for free," Robin informed her debtor. "You're going to pay with your body!"

Jesse blinked, and a bit more light shone in his eyes. Robin did not understand why it thrilled her so much to see that small change in him, but she craved for more.

"I'm… not having sex with you," the dark-haired teen asserted.

"No, you perv," she responded with an amused snicker. Robin whipped out a piece of paper and slapped it against the wall. "Forge my dad's signature on this permission slip," the ginger commanded, handing him a black pen. "Connie is on to me, and I need someone with manlier handwriting."

"Connie?" Right, this guy was new around here and most other students did not refer to the teachers by their first name.

"Our ancient home ec teacher!" Robin explained, leaning against the wall as she waited for Jesse to finish. He simply stared at her as she groused about the blatant sexism present in high school education. "If I have to go through another one of her stupid classes on how to make scrambled eggs one more time!" It was then that the girl recognized that she had not told Jesse which name to forge. She fixed that in her next breath.

Awkwardly, Jesse wrote the name he was given in the worst - yet still somehow legible - handwriting Robin had ever seen. The red head beamed, holding the document up like a winning trophy. "Yo, Jesse! That, like, looks legit," she praised the new kid. It looked exactly like the scribble of a middle-aged man who gave zero shit about anything.

"Good to know I'm useful for something," Jesse replied. The corners of his lips tugged slightly upward. It stirred something in Robin. He might get kind of cute once he cocoons for, like, a season, she concluded.

Robin grinned back at him. "Well, it's been real, Jesse, but I've gotta book it home." She turned on her heels to exit the boys' bathroom but lingered in the doorway as she left. "See you tomorrow," she winked. It was a statement of intent, not a question.

Jay sat at the pristine white café table on his hotel room balcony, sipping his dark brew coffee as he admired the picturesque ocean view below. Hono I'akuné had been on his bucket list for decades, but it was bittersweet to be in paradise alone. The man sat back in his chair and closed his eyes for a moment to listen to the peaceful sounds of the waves lapping up against the shore.

The dying man had made peace with his decision not to introduce himself to his son properly. Jay figured he had no right to be a part of Sebastian's life now, not when his condition was something to be pitied. If he sought to make amends now, he knew it would come off as the desperation of a man with one foot in the grave. And that was not fair to anyone. Sebastian and Robin both deserved to feel their anger toward him. Jay did not want their sympathy and he did not deserve their forgiveness.

He heard the tapping of a woodworker at a stand along the main road below, taking little chunks out of a block of driftwood to make something to sell to the tourists. The man was covered in the dark, bold tattoos and a multitude of piercings that were common for the region. Jay smiled wistfully as a memory came to mind.

Jesse was lucky he was nabbed by the cops while he was still technically a minor and his state-provided legal defense merited enough pity from his miserable foster care background that no one cared to attempt to try him as an adult. But one of the conditions of his early release from juvie after only a season was that Jesse was ordered to finish high school.

The defense attorney had a bleeding heart for sure, and offered to take him in, despite Jesse on the brink of legal adulthood. He did not trust the guy as far as he could throw him - kindness always had a price - but a free roof over his head and hot meals were nothing to scorn. All Jesse wanted was to catch a break and collect himself before setting out on his own.

It was only his second day at this new school in this tiny town. His first class of the day was shop. Not the best idea to have a class in which he could saw off a finger when he was only half-awake, but Jesse did not get much say in his schedule.

Since he was early, he claimed a seat at a station in the back of the room and lay down his head to catch a quick cat nap. The next thing he knew, Jesse was jolted awake by the sound of arguing. He lifted his head, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. It was that badass redhead from yesterday, standing her ground as the shop class teacher tried to make her leave.

"We do not allow females in this class, young lady," the patronizing old man advised Robin, crossing his arms over his bony frame to appear larger. The girl was about his height already and had more muscle to boot. If there was one thing Jesse learned about Robin in the span of two days, it was that she was strong. Not just physically, but she was as immovable as stone in her beliefs, too. The girl did not hesitate to call out the hypocrisy.

Robin sniffed defiantly. "I read the school handbook, sir," she practically spat. "And it says squat about who can and can't take which classes, so long as I have parental permission."

So that's what the signature thing was about yesterday, Jesse thought. Of all the things she could have forged a parental signature, taking woodshop over home ec was a relatively tame way to rebel. It was cute.

The man shoved his horn-rimmed glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Be that as it may, I am not willing to be held responsible for any injuries a delicate lady might sustain from the dangerous instruments we utilize in this room."

Robin was pulsing with rage as she turned her head, her high ponytail whipping to one side to show the line of piercings rimming her ear. "Do any of your macho students stick needles through their body for fun?" Jesse could not help but admire the passion in her voice as she fought for her right to be here.

Despite being visibly unnerved, the teacher stood his ground and dismissed her argument. "It's just a little ear prick."

The girl sneered wickedly as she snatched up a small, sharp nail from a nearby table and brought it to her earlobe. "It's, like, just a prick, right?" Robin challenged the authority figure with a sassy bob on her head. Pointedly, she drove the metal through her skin. Her ear started to bleed and a few of the guys nearby looked like they were going to ralph all over the floor.

Gaping at her in horror, the teacher froze. Robin turned toward the students. "If someone else wants to show they can handle something like that without whining like a little bitch, I'll be happy to go back to home ec with the other 'delicate ladies,'" she announced.

No one spoke, not even the teacher. Pleased, Robin took the silence to mean that there were no objections to her ability to handle bodily harm, should she accidentally cut herself or whack her thumb with a hammer. Her dark eyes swept the room like a bird of prey seeking a mouse. The corners of her mouth twitched upward when they spied him. Jesse knew then he had been caught as she glided toward him and perched on the empty seat beside him.

"Looks like we have a class together!" Robin chirped happily. She pulled a cloth out from her bag and held it firmly against her new self-inflicted wound to stop the bleeding.

Jesse could not help but stare. This girl is mental! Jesse realized as the teacher finally composed himself enough to begin class.

Jay finished his coffee and opted to go for a walk along the beach rather than lounge about in his room. The sands were darker than the ones back in Ferngill Republic, but the olive-green grains were striking against the crystal-clear waters of the sea and the bright blue of the sky reflected upon its surface.

He gazed out over the tide to see a small island in the distance. There were dozens of white birds on the shore, going to and from the strip of sand uninhabited by humans. Jay wondered what kind of birds they were and why they were all gathered there, so he asked someone who appeared local.

"The sea birds are nesting." She regarded the large, winged creatures with affection. "Albatrosses mate for life and raise many children together." Her dark eyes scanned the tiny patch of land and the woman's expression turned troubled. "But their numbers are few," she remarked solemnly. "It is a bad omen for the year to come."

Despite the ominous prediction, Jay thanked the woman for the details, and she carried on toward town. I guess I won't be around to find out if the local superstitions are true, Jay reflected as he ambled along the natural wall of basalt at the edge of the beach.

After Robin's "demonstration" to the class, she was permitted to remain in shop class for the rest of the year instead of doing home economics with the other girls. A few of her friends even transferred classes, but she remained worktable buddies with Jesse. She was proud of herself for trailblazing for the generations of women that would pass through this high school without having to suffer through Connie's insufferable lectures on the importance of the apron. Robin had made a promise to herself to take Jesse under her wing so he would not fall prey to the influences of the dickhead majority of senior guys at school.

So, every weekday morning, Robin's day began with woodshop and spending time with her new friend Jesse. He did not talk much at first, and honestly, he was not great at the little projects the teacher assigned to slowly build a repertoire of woodworking skills. But over the course of the year, the small talk eventually yielded to real conversation. A shared morning class then led to meeting up for lunch and introducing him to "the flock."

The girls were a bit wary of a male joining their ranks and some of them were a bit put out that Robin had "ditched" them in shop class by refusing to move workstations, but once they discovered that Jesse could buy them cigarettes and had recently bought an old clunker of a motorcycle to fix up, his cred skyrocketed.

Before Robin knew it, Jesse had become a major figure in her life. And, as she predicted, after a season of living a "normal life," her new friend was no longer the scrawny guy with a tortured, unspoken past, but the attractive senior with a motorcycle with a tragic backstory that he was working to overcome. Much to Robin's jealousy - if she could really call it that, since she was completely secure in their tight-knit bond - Jesse became popular with the girls in school.

He never went on any dates as far as Robin could tell, however. Jesse still hung out with her and the rest of their friend group after school to work on his motorcycle, loiter behind the school and smoke, or go out on the weekends. Sometimes their other friends could not make it, but Jesse always made time to veg out together or hit up some place in town just the two of them. Robin had the time of her life.

This pattern persisted without fail until Spring hit. Then, suddenly Jesse was consistently busy after school. It made Robin suspicious he was secretly dating another girl and it irritated the redhead to no end that he would not just come out and admit the truth.

Halfway through the season, Robin confronted Jesse about it. "So, who's the lucky girl?" she inquired, messing with the calliper on the table beside her. They were alone together in the workshop, and she did not expect anyone else would be there for at least another twenty minutes. It was the perfect time for them to talk. "Do I know her?"

"What girl?" Jesse was playing dumb. Robin rolled her eyes.

"C'mon, Jesse," the young woman urged him, turning her body on the stool to face him. "I'm not mad at you for getting a girlfriend, I'm just annoyed you're sneaking around with her and not introducing us!"

His face paled. "Who told you I had another girlfriend?" Jesse requested. I knew it! He must want to know who snitched on him, but Robin would have to disappoint him. She figured it out all on her own.

Robin verbalized her annoyance. "Could you, like, quit being such a narbo and just spill already?" She eyed Jesse suspiciously as she took in a drag and exhaled a plume of smoke. The ginger challenged him. "Unless you're embarrassed by us now?"

Jesse buried his face in his hands and muttered something under his breath. She was not sure what he said, but Robin definitely heard "Thrush," which was her nickname that only her close friends called her. It was another name for a robin and sounded much cooler, but it sounded weird when randos used it.

"What did you just say?" Robin demanded to know. Her irritation was rapidly escalating to outright anger.

"I should call you 'flush' because you just tossed your last brain cell down the toilet this morning, didn't you?" Jesse repeated loudly enough for her to hear. The comment caught her off-guard. He stared at Robin in disbelief until it was apparent that she did not follow what he meant.

The black-clad senior slicked his hair back from his face as he fixated on the wood grain of the workbench in front of them. Jesse's fingers tugged at his thick black locks in frustration as he exhaled through his teeth. "Fuck it!" he shouted in exasperation as he rose from his seat and went to retrieve something from the back of the room.

It was a birdhouse with simple lines and beautifully crafted dovetail joints where each piece of wood connected with another piece, so that there were no visible nails in its construction. "What's this?" Robin questioned, examining the project.

Jesse shifted; his posture now shyer than he had been in a long time. "It's for you," he asserted, gently nudging the tiny home toward her. "It's not finished yet, but I've been coming back here after school to work on it."

Robin was flattered that Jesse would give her a gift, but failed see the significance of a birdhouse, other than a silly pun with her name. "It's beautiful," she complimented his work and how well he had improved, since his last project had been somewhat sloppy. "But why?" It was all she could think to say without sounding rude.

He exhaled audibly and shifted his weight from one foot to the other, as if Jesse was having trouble deciding on the right words. "You made this town feel like home," he professed quietly. "And I hope that we can build our next home together."

Huh? Robin's dark eyes blinked as she processed his words and Jesse chuckled nervously when she did not respond right away.

"It sounds majorly corny now that I've said it out loud," he supposed sheepishly, sinking down to sit as he pulled the birdhouse into his chest. Robin could see his confidence collapsing in on itself in real time. Jesse continued to ramble anxiously. "Frank said I shouldn't have any exposed nails, or you might give yourself another piercing. And making it with dovetails to give it clean lines might actually impress you."

It was clear that Jesse was going to keep talking to fill the silence, so when Robin's brain finally caught up. "Are you, like, proposing?" the ginger interrupted him. "We hardly know each other, and we aren't even dating yet!"

Jesse was mortified. "We aren't?"

Robin waited for the punchline, for her best guy friend to yell "psych!" and end this bad, drawn-out joke. But as the awkward silence hung between them, her eyes widened in bewilderment.

He shrugged apologetically. "We spend all our free time together," Jesse pointed out. "I thought that meant we were dating."

The young woman's face pinched inward. "In what heinous alternate universe do couples date without being all over each other between classes?" Robin was appalled she had been jilted of all the fun perks of being someone's girlfriend while the opposite party assumed they were an item. Jesse, shockingly, had no counterpoint.

"We haven't even held hands, you dipstick!" the redhead reasoned, still dumbfounded that they were even having this conversation. "And I never count someone as my boyfriend until we've at least hit second base."

Jesse waited to make sure Robin had finished before speaking again. "Does this mean you'll think about it?" he inquired hopefully.

"Getting engaged in my junior year of high school to an airhead who didn't even ask me out first?" Robin snorted. "Fat chance, Jesse."

Planting herself on the stool beside him, she reminded him of their age difference. "You graduate in a few weeks, but I still have another year here." Tracing the edge of an awl handle with her fingertips, the young woman made her case. "Besides, I really like this class," the ginger confessed. "I've decided to go to trade school to learn advanced carpentry techniques after I graduate."

Robin's eyes darted toward Jesse. "But I'm open to a test run." She winked at him, and Jesse arched his perfect, manly eyebrows.

"What do you mean?"

She beamed impishly. "Meet me by my locker after class," Robin instructed as a few of their classmates started to shuffle into the classroom. "If you're a good kisser, I'm down to go together," she informed Jesse with a flirtatious smirk. "I'll even make you something as my next project, too!"

Jesse grinned at her. She never saw those grey eyes spark the way they did in that moment. "Why not try now?"

Robin laughed but went along with the idea. Jesse came in clutch. There was no way she was going to let him get away now.