"Who says I miss her?" His voice wasn't quite as bitter as it had been the night he announced she was out of the gang. It was written all over his face. They had been sweethearts for so long, her missing was no different than him losing a limb.
Robin exhaled loudly as John nudged him, this time not quite as violently as before. Robin was stubborn, too stubborn. He covered his face so not to lose that ounce of vulnerability, but it was there. He wanted to grieve over this and everyone was prodding him to just get over it. It felt like he'd lost someone, and it was almost like he'd lost Marian to death and had to get used to her being back before he was ready.