Phalanx gets the rare treat of catching Robin looking at nothing. After all, it's not like he has to keep up appearances for Vincent... Maybe that's why he always finds himself being so honest around him; there's less pressure, all around, to play the part of a normal, functional human being.

His posture is relaxed, leaning into Phalanx with all the ease in the world. His face isn't necessarily contradictory--he looks calm, maybe even happy, but there's a red glint in his eyes, almost glowing behind an otherwise uninteresting brown. Those eyes are gazing outward, past the wall, maybe past the whole city, alert and sharp and for a few seconds, entirely absorbed in a narrative that only he is privy to.

Excited, that's the word. His face is empty but his eyes are alive and brimming with something much brighter than a simple human lifetime.

Robin eventually glances over, finds himself staring down into eyes with no reflection. Dark holes with no end. He raises an eyebrow, the look in his eyes spreading to the rest of his face as he smiles. A hand makes it to Phalanx's covered head to ruffle the blankets and whatever hair is underneath.

"You can stay," he tells him, while Vincent is busy obliviously contemplating the extended ramifications of his new roommate.