Robin was unusually quiet like he'd been at first when the entire gang was there just days ago. His lips pursed as he stepped inside and he found a comfortable chair to flop in. He knew wine wasn't going to drown out the ache, but it sure as bloody hell would start. "I'll take the whole bottle." Robin was worse for the wear, as if he hadn't already been spiraling into his own head since Guy dropped in on Tuck. Guy had literally stirred the pot, and he'd done so very intentionally.