He had words he'd stewed over all the drive down. Words that'd curdled his stomach with anger as he and Alan waited out the terrifying nights alone. He had words fueled by the terror the Sheriff had caused in Marian that had made her turn her toilet into a prison. He had words from a place deep inside him that was so, so hurt by the damage inflicted on Tuck and Will and Stutely. He had such bitter anger about what the man had put Marcie through. He had words to say from way back, from his own dying moments bleeding out in the leaf litter as the Sheriff stood over him, triumphant.
But Marian was hugging him, and Much's arms were wrapped around her and Rob as well. He could say all those words, could storm up and break the Sheriff's jaw, his nose, his ribs, crush his dick entirely with a powerful steel-toed kick, but he couldn't do any of that while hugging Marian and Robin. These two people were home, a home he hadn't had in so, so long.
"Y'know what?" he replied to Artemis. "I'm good here. Alan, get your skinny butt over here and gissa hug too."