Robby manages to step down from the deck by the time Sam's coming over. Some people like looming over others, but Robby's never particularly liked looking down at people, prefers to have equal grounding no matter the conversation. And even if that worry of where this meeting will go clings onto him, her reaction draws him down. He hopes.

And maybe he's just been so lonely, that the sound of her surprise so positive makes Robby come towards her, even if he doesn't rush as she does. But the impact of her, her arms wrapping around him and soft touch of her body to his, the grip of her limps and the smell of her perfume--the conflicted feelings inside him crumble easily, and Robby's returning the hug, his arms wrapping around to her back, face burying against the crook of her neck and hair.

He sinks in to the feel of her, just for a moment. He's missed this contact. He's missed her. And he doesn't want to imagine her being any further from him when he lets her go, the idea of her and Miguel...

Tory was wrong. Robby wants her to have been wrong, as he does finally lean back his head, loosen his arms just a little so he can look at Sam face to face. It doesn't mean he lets her go, but his gaze does drop a few times despite trying to look her in the eye. There's not just a drunk kiss between them, is there?

"Hey." Still, he speaks up. They have so much to talk about, but where to even start? His lips roll together. "I missed you."

He really did.