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The subtle gestures he does when he's thinking too hard about something. She especially likes it when he wrinkles his nose (though she could do without him chewing on the end of a pencil occasionally).
The fact that he has absolutely no figure to him whatsoever, and she thinks he is absolutely perfect like that. It's especially convenient because she doesn't have to squeeze around him when they're working in a small space together because of his massive buttocks or something like that.
How his very presence is enough to soothe her when she's fretting about something. She can be impossibly disgruntled over the outcome of a failed experiment, but all it takes is one smile from him, or a simple touch of his hand to the small of her back and absolutely all of her tension is gone.
The fact that he brings out the best in her. He makes her want to be someone. She doesn't want to waste her time with worrying about making everyone else happy, but Robert does make her more conscious of the way others feel, and because of his gentle pushing she has become much more empathetic.
His laugh. It's cliche, but if she could record it on a voxophone and play it whenever she felt lonely or depressed, she would do so in a heartbeat.
Speaking of heartbeats, she likes that about him, too. She just likes to press her head against his chest, or catch his wrist between her index finger and thumb to remind herself that he is alive. He is alive, and he is with her, and nothing can tear them apart.
The respect they have for one another. They regard each other with mature attitudes (most of the time), and whenever one makes a new discovery, the other listens intently and poses new experiments and theories to test. She loves that he doesn't thin any less of her because of her gender, and that they can get more done together in two days than she would be able to do in a month with other male scientists.