"From Click's class," Robin says. She can't quite bring herself to sit down across from Steve. For all that this apartment is hotel-room-beige, it's still his space. At least the bathroom was neutral territory. Her footing seems so much less sure, even though her head isn't spinning anymore. "I kept looking at you because I couldn't figure out why she was so into you when I wanted her to look at me."

She smiles ruefully. The confession feels just as raw this time but it scrapes at different parts. "And then you made fun of her singing and I told you that you sounded like a Muppet."