"Don't think he's got much to do with it," Much muttered back. Sin and sinner she'd said, and something about what a pair they made... and it figured the big good guy of the story was absent.
Hey, even the big good guy of Much's story was absent right now; fucking Robin. After everything that had happened with Leila it seemed impossible Much'd ever have faith in him again, and if they didn't have Robin then really, was what the point of any of them? Much sighed, deep and ragged, pinching the bridge of his nose hard before letting his head flop back onto the couch, his hand flop back onto his chest.