"Was upside-down," Robin corrects, rolling his eyes. The absurdity of the situation is finally starting to sink into his adult brain. "Tried to put a shirt on leg-first, this one."

And then he laughs a little, because it suddenly also hits him how dumb it looked--and Vincent drops his head with a world-weary sigh, and whatever tension may have been building in the room evaporates as the giant man scratches the back of his head and tries to decide if something this idiotic is worth getting involved in.

"You fuckin' blockheads..." Is what he grumbles, lifting his head to speak into the room again, "Well, do you need a hand, or what?"