Robin didn't exactly want to not be touching her either. He had lost her for so long, and then she had been held captive and so many awful things had happened - he had been so scared for her. Now that they were celebrating, he wanted to hold on to her. Which was going to make eating odd.
He flipped open the pizza boxes and reached for a slice of his barbecue chicken, and he took a bite. "Fuck that's good. Good choice."