Robin didn't hug, had never hugged. Growing up with three brothers and a single dad, she'd grown up understanding that affection was expressed through manly punches on the shoulder.
So it surprised her as much as it did Steve when he walked, or limped rather, out of the hole in the wall of (what was left of) the high school gym, covered in blood and slime, and she threw her arms around him.
She let go 0.3 seconds later, and followed it up with a manly punch to the shoulder. "Ow," Steve said.
"What are you covered in?" She shook her hands. "What am I covered in?"
"Don't ask." He wobbled, and Robin caught hold of him, slime and all, and guided him to sit on a fallen piece of wall.
She didn't say I thought you were dead. She didn't even think it. But she sat beside him, and eventually he leaned against her and she leaned back and rested her head on his shoulder, until the emergency vehicles showed up.
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