Who: Robin (and Logan) and Open When: Mid morning some time Where: Out on the grounds What: Enjoying the sun, passing the time
He had a small blanket spread out on the grass for Logan, who was sitting happily with his blocks, stacking them and knocking them over repetitively. Robin was leaning back on his elbows on the grass, watching Logan play. It was still something of a source of bemusement to him, that he had a son. Or someone that everyone else called his son.
Once he'd knocked over the blocks a last time, Logan held one out to Robin, saying something that seemed a cross between 'Dad' and 'Block'. With a smile, Robin placed it down to start a new tower. "Don't tell anyone I told you," he told the toddler as he added to the stack of blocks, "but this is all a bit overwhelming to be thrown in to head first." It was back and forward with the blocks, though part of his attention was focused on the lake, out in the distance. "I think your Mother, and your Aunty and Uncle..." he trailed off. "Most people here, expect me to be the same as I was before." He turned to look at Logan, who seemed at first glance largely oblivious to his musings. "But I'm not. I'm different. Happy to be here, but different."
Laying back, with his eyes on the relatively blue sky, it was easy enough to forget about all of that, and simply enjoy the quiet. To not be fighting for survival, just to be alive. To rest, and actually be resting. with the cool breeze in his hair and the sun on his face.