Summary: Robin knew very well that Barney was an unwell man.
A/N: I have nothing against Robin, really. This fic just sort of happened.
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( Ted was yelling. Lily could see his face turn red from where she was sitting in the closet, holding her breath. She wasn’t sure what Barney was doing, but he was quieter than she expected and Lily wished he was standing where Ted was instead. It was killing her to not be able to see Barney’s reaction, but she didn’t have to wait for long to hear his voice, low, roiling with something dark underneath the outwardly calm tone.Collapse )
( There was a young man sitting on top of his dresser, unusual only for the fact that he seemed to be both present and not, semi-opaque legs hanging over the edge of the furniture to swing straight through it. Collapse )