Robin wakes up at home

Robin rolled over, waking up from a deep and restful sleep. He stretched, yawned and sat up. He preformed his normal morning rituals and was brushing his teeth when it hit him. He didn't remember coming home last night. That thought frightened him. He ran the events in his head several times but each time it ended with him being on stage.

Robin finished in the bathroom, got dressed and went looking for John. John was in the kitchen eating breakfast when Robin stepped in.

“Hey, uh...odd question. What happened last night?”

John didn't look at Robin, “A bunch of things.”

John's tone gave Robin pause. It was cold and had an edge to it and wasn't like John at all.

“Are you okay?” Robin said, finding his voice.

He wasn't okay, that was obvious by the look on John's face when he meet Robin's eyes.

Robin sputtered, “I...uh, I don't know why you are upset but I hope I didn't cause it. I don't really remember much of last night.”

John studied Robin and then laughed a bitter laugh. Robin didn't know how to respond to that. He was really feeling uncomfortable standing in the kitchen during the silence after that laugh.

John took a breath, “Hey, Robin. Don't worry about last night. Okay, Robin?”

Robin felt the world stop, if for just a second. Then he was back and couldn't remember why he would be worrying about last night. At that moment, he was more concerned with how John was acting. Without another word, John finished his breakfast and put his dishes it in the sink. He cleaned his face and went to leave for work. Just before he left he paused thinking about something. Coming to some kind of conclusion he turned back to Robin.