Anael had not known what reaction to expect, but this had not been it. This stubborn refusal to react. To be angry with him. "I don't think it was your sex life he objected to, Robin," Anael answered, stepping closer and crouching by the armchair the puck was sprawled in. "I think he felt threatened. I think - I know - that he loves you very much."
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Date: 2015-12-07 11:27 pm (UTC)