Marian, eyes closed, focused on her breathing and on the warm presence of Robin against her back. His voice was soothing and, as usual, he knew exactly what she needed. If only he could do a complete erase of her brain as well.
She squeezed Robin's arms to let him know that she really was okay. The microwave had beeped somewhere in her breathing, but cinnamon scrolls were patient things.
"This time last year-" There wasn't necessarily a correct or easy way to end that thought. Marian knew Robin would have thought about this, even if she hadn't brought it up before.