As she pulled the man into a hug, she felt his body stiffen somewhat. His hands lightly patted her back, as though he was unsure, or uncomfortable with the gesture. After a brief moment, he stepped back and smoothed down his white t-shirt<em>which was definitely there all along</em>.<br/>"<strong>I don't remember ye bein' quite so affectionate, Miss Harris</strong>" he pointed out with a grin, hands thrust into his pockets.<br/>"<strong>If'n I be remembering proper, ye'd scream when one o' the local boys tried to hold ye hand...</strong>"<br/><br/>Despite remembering Robin clearly,<em>after all, it was <span class="bbc_u">Robin</span>, her childhood friend</em>, she couldn't for the life of her remember a single detail about what he was like around other people. It was as if time spent with him was a seperate world to that of the schoolyard or on the beach with friends. She could remember scant events, such as her mother catching Robin drinking an entire bottle of milk from the fridge. But it seemed that her memory seemed to dim after so many years apart. Still,<em>she knew she could trust him</em>, with those mesmerising blue eyes staring into hers.<br/><br/>Oh, wait, they were staring this whole time? Robin blinked, and the spell was broken. He gave a hearty laugh, reached up and gently tugged a stray strand of hair that had fallen beside her face, just like she remembered him doing as a kid.<br/>"<strong>Ye alright there, Anne? Zoned out for a moment</strong>" he said. Before she had a chance to react, he'd spun on his heel and started walking back the way he came, gesturing for her to follow.<br/>"<strong>C'mon, we'll walk and talk</strong>" he called over his shoulder, "<strong>tell me what's being happening with you for the last few years. What brings ye back here?</strong>"