[ He struggles to think clearly through the haze of the aphrodisiac that’s telling him to just cuddle and kiss and rub. This isn’t how he usually feels, right? That’s probably what’s bothering him. Not that Robin isn’t attractive - he’d think so no matter what - but how he’s acting towards him isn’t normal.

There’s a whimper of frustration as he wraps his arms around Robin’s back to just hug him for a little bit, to feel his warmth. ]

I’m sorry. I believe you when you say it’s all okay, but I feel like ... this isn’t me. That tea ... I think it messed something up. I wanna ... see you again when I’m normal. Then I’ll know what to do.