Carey was quiet. He wasn’t sure what to say or what to think. Emotions were swirling around in his head and he just didn’t know how to react. That little doubting voice in his head was screaming at the top of it’s lungs again. Telling him that Robin was going to leave him, just like everyone else. That he couldn’t count on anyone to be there for him. Another excuse to get away from him, just so Robin wouldn’t feel guilty about it. Pulling his legs up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them he pressed his face against his knees wanting to hide the turmoil that was raging on inside him.
Robin was his first real friend and he didn’t mean to get so attached, he didn’t mean to kiss him, he didn’t mean to have feelings for him. He just didn’t understand why people always hurt him whether or not they meant to or if he felt they meant to or not. It almost felt like Robin was teasing him, ‘I’m your friend, but you can’t be around me.’ It didn’t compute for him, he just didn’t understand.
He wasn’t good at being social, he just wasn’t. Not just because of how he was raised, but also because of his Aspenger’s. A lot of people weren’t that surprised to find out he had a form of autism and it explained a lot, like how he didn’t understand most social quirks or standards or levels.