The talks you never had, the Saturdays you never spent
Who: Robin Scherbatsky and Lily Aldrin Where: Lily's hotel room at the Sleepy Hollow When: Backdated to yesterday, mid-day on Sunday, July 27 What: Emotional support and mourning Warnings: Potential language, definite feels Status: Ongoing
When Robin had first heard the recording early Saturday, when she'd checked her feed, she hadn't known what to think. She'd thought it must have been some kind of twisted joke during the first few minutes, but then she kept listening, unable to stop, as the last moments of her friends played out in tinny audio through the speakers of her device.
She instinctively found herself grabbing the damned thing and her hotel keys, almost forgetting her shoes, and heading over to Lily's room right away. That was yesterday; Robin had left only to get food and water for them, spending the rest of the time consoling her friend. Or, at least, trying.
Even though she and Ted had come back from the dead once before, Robin didn't know if that would happen to Barney and Marshall. It was hard to know what could be counted on in Marrowood, and it didn't seem entirely out of the question that -- though she wished for the exact opposite -- Barney and Marshall would not.
Robin sighed heavily, risking a glance over at Lily, and cleared her throat. "Should I get us lunch?"