Little John had scrunched his tall figure into one of the chairs, letting his feet rest on the tabletop before dozing off asleep. He heard Will's voice and creaked open his eyes. "You should take more time to rest, Will." He didn't mind the company, and if anything it had pressured Robin to take a hard look at the situation. The old boy was outside shooting arrows at one of the old trees outside. "Sit down for a minute, mate?" John asked, and offered him the couch.
Despite Will's condition Rob had watched from a distance, holding on to his apologies because it never seemed the right time. The stubborn lout was avoiding such a conversation, and John hoped in some way he could get one of them to break first.