“I can try my best,” Charlie said. She put her hand on the ground between her and Robin, palm up, as a sort of peace offering.
Robin put her hand into Charlie’s and smiled. “Thank you.”
Winding her fingers around Robin’s, Charlie scooted closer to her and put her head on Robin’s shoulder. “Thank you for giving me another chance.”
“Lucky for you, I’m a very forgiving person,” Robin replied.
Charlie scoffed. “You have an entire grudge list written in that kitten notebook you keep in your desk.”
Robin laughed. “I can’t believe I showed you that. I bet I could forgive most of them, now that it’s been a few years.”
Raising an eyebrow at Robin, Charlie asked, “Even Anthony Monaghan?”
“No. That rat-bastard crayon steal-er can burn in hell for all I care,” Robin said, giving Charlie a kiss.
Charlie laughed, finally starting to feel a little relaxed after the hell that had been the night before. “I’m sorry, by the way. I’m sorry I acted like an asshole. You were just trying to help.”
“Yeah. That sucked,” Robin told her.
“Sorry.”
Robin squeezed Charlie’s hand and smiled at her, feeling like forgiveness, but not actually saying the words. Charlie smiled back, not actually needing the words after all.
--Underground, Chapter 6