Since Robin had nursed his nose, side and hair (oh god his hair) and had managed to steal some of his sister's makeup to cover up some of the worst bruising for Ellie's anti-formal dance (which had rocked SO hard by the way) he'd mastered the art of hiding the injury meaning he didn't feel so bad going out into public.
It was kind of weird but also nice, this new budding friendship he had with Riley, Riley who had once stood idly by as jocks ragged on him and then had gone on to prove that he was more than just a jock. He had secrets, a big secret in fact, one that he had shared with Robin all of a sudden. A secret Robin hadn't shared with anybody else.
Throwing on a pair of jeans along with a t-shirt, hoodie and worn Converse meant he didn't have to worry too much about what he was wearing because this was just movies with a friend. Besides, he wasn't feeling up to drawing too much attention to himself right now. Give him time and he'd be al over that, but right now he was feeling a little fragile.