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Finney and Robin never lock their bedroom windows.
Not because of the perks of having fresh air flow through the room, but because both of them had the tendency to sneak into the other’s room at night.
Mostly, it was after a bad night with Finn’s father, when Gwen was at a friend’s house, so Finn didn’t have to worry about her, and he wanted to get away.
Like tonight.
Robin was sound asleep until there was a soft knocking on his window, he rolled over and half—looked out the window.
He knew who it was.
Robin lifted the window open, and Finney grabbed his wrist to pull him up through the window.
His eyes were puffy, a bruise forming across his jaw, a worse looking bruise that started at the bottom of his neck, Robin assumed it went onto his shoulder.
Finn’s dad grabbed his shoulder a lot.
“Make yourself comfortable, I’ll get ice.”
Robin started to get up from the bed when his wrist was grabbed again.
He shivered.
Maybe Finney needed ice and a blanket.
“Finn, I’ll be right back, okay?”
Slowly and reluctantly, Robin’s wrist was freed from Finney’s grasp.
He went downstairs.
He hit the hallway closet first.
Robin didn’t worry about waking anyone up, he and Finn were currently the only ones occupying the house.
Still, he was quiet.
Finney heard everything, and Robin didn’t want to freak him out.
He took out a red blanket from the closet and went to the kitchen. Robin opened one of the drawers in the kitchen he knew had small towels in it and set two with the blanket atop the counter.
Robin opened a different drawer and took out two small plastic bags before going over to the fridge and putting a few ice cubes in each bag.
He wrapped the small towels around the bags and ran across the kitchen to the small jar of rubber bands.
Once he had the bands, he wrapped them around the towels and made sure the towels wouldn’t come off the bags.
Robin grabbed the blanket and the make–shift ice packs and headed back upstairs.
Finney was still on his bed, staring off into space, he was scratching at his neck.
Robin sat the blanket and ice over near the side of his bed, he sat down across from Finney.
“Finn, you’re gonna make yourself bleed. There’s nothing there. You’re in my house.”
Finn didn’t stop, he kept scratching at his neck, Robin sighed and reached forward slowly, when Finney didn’t move or flinch away, just watched him, Robin lightly grabbed his wrist.
Finney’s hand was still cold, Robin carefully grabbed his other hand and squashed them between his own, trying desperately to warm him up.
Finney took deep breaths, Robin kept moving his hands back and forth, wishing for more warmth.
“You’re gonna start a fire with my hands if you keep doing that.” Finney said quietly, a small smile creeping onto his face.
Robin’s expression mimicked Finney’s.
“Sorry.” He dropped Finney’s hands, then reached over and grabbed the ice packs.
Finney put one on his jaw and the other rested on his shoulder without the assistance of the human hand.
Robin wrapped the blanket around Finney’s shoulders.
“You are an icebox.”
Finney laughed.
He turned and leaned on Robin as the ladder leaned back against the pillows.
Robin carefully wrapped an arm around Finney’s shoulders.
“You wanna talk about it?”
“No. Not right now.”
“Okay. Is your neck, okay?”
“A little warm from the scratching, but I can fix that.”
Finney took his hand and placed it on his neck.
He seemed to relax.
Robin smiled, however sadly.
“We gotta get you outta there.”
“Robin.”
“It’s not fair what’s happening to you.”
“Robin.”
He stopped.
“I’m sorry.” Robin said quietly.
“It’s okay. I know you’re…you’re worried, but there’s nothing we could do. It’s fine. It’ll be fine .”
Robin didn’t think so.
He didn’t think so, but he didn’t want to have this conversation with Finn right now.
They’d have it later.
Instead, Finn leaned his head against Robin’s chest, and Robin drew imaginary stars in Finney’s arm.