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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 straggled back to the bed, sighing heavily as she kneeled one knee against the fabric and looked down at him, leaning to the side to grasp the cigarette and take a quick drag (and oh yeah, she definitely was never living with Ted if he wasn't ever going to let her keep smoking) before putting it back and crawling back atop him. "I don't know how to do this thing without being confusing," she admitted to him. "But I do like doing it. Especially with you."

That's no closer to an answer, but Lew will take it as a small victory, even if it's far from winning the war. He pushes the hair from Robin's face with both hands and presses a kiss first to her chin and then her mouth.

"You drive me crazy, you know that?" he murmurs when he draws away again. "Do you give anybody else this much shit, or am I just special?"

"I'm infuriating," she admitted with a half-there smile, leaning into the kiss before curling up on one side of the bed in her clothes. "I also believe the word 'unbelievable' has been used, and not in the best of ways. I invented a fake marriage once to get people off my case about the whole popstar thing," she confessed. "My fake husband moved to Hong Kong for business."

"Just as long as you're equal opportunity infuriating," Lew allows, and tugs her closer, wishing she'd not gotten in such a huff that she'd gotten dressed again. "And you're going to have to explain to me what a pop star is, because I still don't know." Something to do with malls, apparently, whatever that meant.

Robin let out an embarrassed groan of a laugh as she looked up at him. "It means I was a singer. And I was kind of popular? I had a top forty song and I had fans and I went on tour and made music videos and got played on the radio." Just because of that stupid modelling job it had started as. Stupid, stupid modelling.

"So I followed it up with a very serious ballad and it flopped and my career as a musician was over," she confessed, hand on his chest and sketching wide circles there with her fingers.

Lew doesn't know what a music video is, or even the top forty, but he gets the gist well enough.

"And now you're here, where that sort of thing means absolutely nothing," he pointed out.

"Oh god help me, I am so glad they don't," Robin assured him with a nervous scoff. "It was my biggest darkest worst secret ever, ever, ever," she insisted, still a bit high-strung. "The fact that it's circulating out there at home thanks to...certain people," she amended instead of saying 'Barney', "is bad enough."