"To be fair, neither of us were at our best," Robin says, echoing Steve's little laugh. She doesn't remember everything with perfect clarity but she remembers enough to know she'd been totally slaphappy, laughing like a fiend and unable to keep a single thought in her head for too long. It's nice, at least, to be clearheaded about it this time around.

She wants to fire off some joke about how he can't have missed her after seeing her pretty much every day since the middle of May but he's clearly serious. Maybe for her, no time has passed, but it's obviously not the same case for him. Then he makes that Kermit voice again and she cracks a little bit, laughing into her hands for more time than the joke deserves. It's just such a goddamn relief that she's maybe a little bit hysterical.

When she can be serious again, Robin reaches across the table and pats Steve on the shoulder. "I'm not entirely sure, myself, but I'm pretty sure that's what having friends is like." She hasn't exactly had that many of her own but if she's really looking at it, that's what they are, aren't they?