Robin was all better from his cold, helped by Doctor Perkins a little original TLC from Nell which he hadn't quite gotten over. Harry didn't seem to have found the stolen liquor and for now Robin thought he was in the clear. He was wandering around the theatre, reciting his lines and not realising where he was going. His feet lead him all around the theatre, into the backstage area and down to the mainly unused passages behind.
Jaunting merrily as he spoke the lines aloud, Robin was oblivious to the sight of legs sprawled on the floor, the body of a boy hidden under the staircase leading back to the stage area. He had to do a double-take before he saw the shoes and immediately he assumed it was one of Harry's boys passed out or hurt. Robin moved around, beginning to chide whoever it was about how Harry would have something to say about this when Robin caught sight of the boy's bloodied face and he gasped. His first reaction was to step back and run but as he stumbled around for a better look his nerves seemed to settle and he realised he was probably in need of help. Reaching out to touch the boy, Robin shook him slightly.
"Oi.." he whispered, "you - ar.. are you alright?"