Leila watched him talk with sadness in her eyes. She’s never really had that bond with them, not that tight of one where she could really grieve over any one of them—-except Robin. Robin was the very reason she was here, and her time was so short compared to the extensive history the rest of them shared. She’d do anything for Robin because without him she didn’t exist. She might as well have her throat slit if Robin were to disappear, she would fade too. She had never had that kind of kinship, always the outsider brought in and making her own way. These boys had years on them. Years. She had a few decades.
Her face softened and she gripped his shirt even tighter to pull him closer. She might not understand it the same, but she could put herself in his shoes if this were Robin or even Much.
“I understand. You all share a history I can’t quite touch.” They were the boys on the yard that had been together since birth, and she was the new kid.
This was the first time she had become close to anyone outside of Robin. She was good at thinking like a tactician and moving on to the next thing, she had not even considered how it sounded, she’s never had to.
She paused when he got to the end and her head tilted. “What do you mean if you hadn’t done something about it?” Had he tried to slip that past her? “What did you do?” Her voice was a whisper.