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Robin definitely knew that she could get up and go, but the truth was that she wasn't exactly sure her limbs were going to work properly just yet. She collapsed back against the sheets and the conveniently placed Lewis Nixon-shaped man that was lying there with her, trying not to let herself get too down or too thoughtful or too...well, too anything. She let out a quiet sound of content that somehow managed to get distraught too.

Yeah, the whole not-thinking thing wasn't working for her.

"Lewis?" she spoke up finally, staring at the wall. "You ever think about how maybe sometimes you kind of aren't the kind of person you think you are?" Because yeah, she was having that in spades. She really did think she was going to be okay with this, but now she was starting to get worried about attachments and feelings and maybe she was more Ted Mosby than she really thought.

And she couldn't pine like Ted could.

But still, it really wasn't escaping her notice that she only slept with three men anymore and she managed to get pretty much zero of them in a traditional sense. Barney was trying, god help him, he was, but it still wasn't like having a boyfriend so much as a ... well, a bro.

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Robin had woken up in the morning with a new look on life. It was so happy and so perfect and so everything that she couldn't even explain (rainbows, joy, peace and love) and she couldn't find a single thing wrong with it. Especially seeing as she could just prop herself up on one arm and stare down at Barney.

That definitely put a smile on her face and she reached out to play with his hair, imagining what things would be like if they spent forever in this bed with each other. Maybe they could even have a kid one day. They did have some pretty neat genetics between the two of them.

"Barney," she murmured drowsily, still toying with his hair and watching him sleep. "Let's talk, Barney."