"You're right. He wasn't as handsome. He might be more so," Sookie says with a playful arch of her brow. It's not really a fair comparison to make, she thinks. In spite of their features being almost identical, the difference between both men is very much a matter of personality. She's never been the pickiest about presentation.

Will certainly has his charm — quieter, and thoughtful, with the barest amount of frenetic energy. Robin is another beast entirely.

They're different.

Glancing up at the progress of her test, Sookie presses pause on the time, then turns in the chair to fully face Robin. She lays both arms on the table, running in parallel.

"Okay. A bit of worry. I need you to tell me exactly what it is you think I should be worrying about. Because, in case you didn't know, I have a tendency not to worry enough, so just — pretend I'm dumb. Thick as bricks, even beyond the whole blonde thing. Indulge me."