"It's not that he has Marian, Will." Robin groaned. "It's that he's had her, and he will always gloat, that lousy git." Robin would love to just cut his head off again, but that would land him in a much deeper mess than he was in already. Little John had told him much of the same. His eyes burned as he tried to keep them open and not fall to any emotional scene. Men didn't cry in front of men.