His foot had mostly healed by now. All that were left of that fateful week before were small scabs slight pink marks indicating a missing layer of skin and soon even those would fade. Once Robin came to lay on top of him, he wrapped his arms around her back, and breathed sharply for the attention at his neck and let it fall back. He could feel that need bubbling up inside him and ticking away at his brain, Robin's permission bringing it all to the forefront of his mind.

"Yours," he murmured, breaths loud against his voice. He began to squirm, unsure of how she would want him to do this from where she was, unsure and desperate but not ready to make an incorrect move and displease her.