John sat in silence. He had talked to Robin until he was blue in the face, and he knew that he just needed him to breathe on his own, figure things out. He gave Rob a soft nod, but didn't press him any further. Sometimes the other's felt he gave in too much to Rob, but Little John knew him the best. Once Rob was off on his own and in his own head, there was no steering him any other direction. He had to come to the conclusions on his own.
"It's something Guy has over me." That was another weakness in itself. Usually, Guy of Gisborne was the one that was chopped off at the knees, like the yellow-bellied fool he was, but now, Rob looked the fool.