[ Wait, did she want them to stay? Even though it's the middle of the night and they're all wet and exhausted and awkward? Robin isn't at all sure what to make of that, but it makes that thing in his chest that lives somewhere between guilt and fondness twinge a little.
He towels off his hair again, and the cowlick at the back of his head is suddenly obvious because it's sticking up like crazy. ]
Um, Artemis, I— [ He sighs, shooting her a smile that he hopes looks less exhausted than he feels. ] I'll call you soon, okay? So you can sign my cast?
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He towels off his hair again, and the cowlick at the back of his head is suddenly obvious because it's sticking up like crazy. ]
Um, Artemis, I— [ He sighs, shooting her a smile that he hopes looks less exhausted than he feels. ] I'll call you soon, okay? So you can sign my cast?