[ Part of him wants to chase that giddy feeling down again, hold on to it as long as he can even while he can feel those words bleeding it away.

Of course there's something else. ] Let me guess, you just remembered there's ten new Robins now. And Alfie doesn't make the doughnuts with extra cream inside anymore.

[ He's working on keeping his tone even with hers, light and flippant, like he's not sure already that whatever she has to say will be the death knell of whatever fun they could've had up here.

And he's still holding on to the grapple like it's a lifeline. ] Come on, if it's about the past can't we just...

[ Just not. Just this once. ]