Who: Robin and Lucien What: Smoke break When: Tonight Where: Roof of the prison Warnings: Thoughts about loss, but other than that, I don't think so. Will update if that changes.
Ever since Sheldon's passing, Robin had been sticking as close to Penny as her friend would let her. She had promised that she wouldn't leave her alone, and she was determined to carry out that promise. Whatever Penny needed, she was there. Even when she didn't say she needed her, she was there and, whenever the blond needed some time alone, she tried to linger near by in the event that something happened. Robin wasn't really the type to be emotional, or even show too many emotions to people, but she was fiercely loyal and Penny was a friend. A friend that had suffered a tremendous loss, and if this was all she could do to help her, then she would do it, no questions asked.
Watching Penny, she remembered her reasoning on why she didn't allow herself to get too close to people. She had friends, yes, and she loved them dearly, but sometimes it terrified her to remember how easily it was to lose someone. How in the apocalypse it was so much easier than before, it wasn't just a break up or a separation or drifting apart - it was leaving for good, and just the thought of losing anyone made her heart clench in a way that it made her heart clench. She mourned like everyone else those that had died in the prison, because in one way or another they were all connected considering the close quarters, but it wasn't Dean. Or Jax. Or John Ross. Or Penny, or Neal, or Lorne, and as she thought about that she felt sick. Not just at the thoughts, but the idea of one day losing them. Because she had already lost her friends from back home, or at least she had no idea where the hell they were or if they were even alive anymore. Would she ever see them again? If something ever happened to her friends here as well, if she lost them...
Feeling the need for air, she promptly went to find Dean to ask him if he could keep an eye on Penny for a bit, even if it was from a distance, before she grabbed her coat and rushed out before even waiting for an answer. She didn't mean to worry him, and later on she would hope that she hadn't, but she just needed to get out. She needed air, she needed to shake away the thoughts that felt like they were suffocating her. This was a time that Penny needed her, she didn't need to let her own fears get in the way.
As the door to the roof opened, Robin finished shrugging on her coat and tried to get her breathing to settle back to normal. Maybe she was just having nicotine withdrawals, and a smoke would help tame the thoughts in her head. That was her hope, anyway, and with that thought in mind she dug out a cigarette and her lighter. It was cold, considering winter in Everett seemed to be unrelenting, but to Robin it wasn't that big of a deal. She was Canadian, and had gone through harsher winters than this. Standing out in the cold, smoking a cigarette, wasn't that big of a deal to her at all.