The moment Robin told them all to sit, Will knew it was going to be bad. Someone was hurt. No, ain't no one hurt, said Rob. Well then, someone was in danger – not in trouble? – about to be in trouble. The Prince was up to something. Gisborne was back. The Sheriff was—
The Sheriff was back.
The Sheriff was back.
Will went cold.
(It was always going to happen. They knew it was going to happen. Don't lose your loaf.)
(He was at the parsonage. He was at Tuck's house.)
(Think it the fuck through, come up with a plan.)
(Why didn't they already have a fucking plan?!)
He listened, though. He listened as Rob laid it out, that the Sheriff was starved (good) and harmless (not bloody likely) and asking for help (TRAP), and he clenched his fists and tried to ignore the pounding in his ears that said take him out go now don't give him the chance.
And then Art opened his mouth and said, "Yeah, but you done 'im in, right?"