[ Oh, they still talk and laugh about what went down in Robin’s first visit to the Horizon. But not in her presence—not ever in her presence. She can’t get upset if she doesn’t know it’s happening.

He hops down from his perch and disappears behind the shelves once more, only to reemerge moments later with a copy of Saturday Night Fever which he places smack dab in the middle of the Back to the Future display. For flavor

He could make a list of all the things she should be weirded out by: the fact that he’s alive and well here, the share lucid dreamscape, the existence of magic. She’s settled in quite well, all things considered. ]

In this very normal situation in which we find ourselves? Harrington’s Back to the Future collection, obviously

[ He tips his head toward the display with a grin before drifting closer to lean against the counter, his hard work rearranging the store completed for now. ]

Nah, I mean—

[ He taps his fingers against the counter, gazing somewhere just beyond Robin’s shoulder, like he's not sure if he really wants to hear what level of weirded out she is or not. ]

Me. Him. The two of us.