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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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"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."