Despite how rough he was feeling Robin was still managing to read his little book of Shakespeare, going over his lines and trying to make sure he was understanding it as an actor should. It was rare he was so thorough with things like this, but with fond memories of re-enacting Shakespeare he wanted to do his best for both his dear Albert and Harry.
As Harry knocked on the door Robin jumped and then attempted to sit up as he came in. He wanted to look respectable. "Hello, Harry," he greeted him, his voice raspy as his throat was so sore.