Robin was making himself busy: he liked helping Evander but he couldn't help but keep thinking that something was up between the boy and Nell. Now he wasn't one to gossip so he did not listen to the other boys' whispers but the green eyed monster still managed to lurch every time he heard Nell and Evander mentioned in the same sentence. He shouldn't even have been feeling that way - he had no ownership over the new boy, he had not staked his claim... but he could not help but sulk whenever he thought about it. Still, to take his mind off he focused on the task at hand. Evander had asked him to help. And Robin would help.
"There's a draft coming from the window," he said matter-of-factly, folding his arms after he'd lugged a box into the hallway. "If you get some drapes you can fold them and they'll stop the cold. It'll come in handy."