There was a lot that had happened so fast, Little John quite honestly wasn't sure what had really gone on int he last few weeks. First Marian had returned, Tuck, and the rest of the boys, Little John felt he was a bit lightheaded. He'd had a ridiculous grin on his face for days since meeting Elaine, and he really didn't quite know what to make of it, but Robin had poked him in the ribs with the end of his bow a time or two when he dazed off. Out of all of them, he'd been the most at peace. Hopefully, the old Friar wouldn't be sad at the fact that quite honestly through everything, Little John hadn't had the chance to grieve, and Robin had been so busy with his plans and Marian, there was little room to know what to feel.
Robin poked him with a bow again, this time right in his side. "You're gazing off into nowhere again Little John," and the giant hadn't so much as told him why. "We're here to see the Friar and you look like you've seen Aphrodite herself instead of coming to see an old friend."
Robin came to the door, Little John went in first, and honestly Robin had not made an appearance since he shot the Sheriff in the ass. He wondered if the rest of the boys would even find him welcome, he'd been a right angry old git. This time it was Little John that pushed him forward. "They're not going to think less of you, Rob."