Robin stroked at his beard and he found the bits of apple there. He twisted up his mouth and attacked himself with a napkin, before placing it over the mess he'd made on the table. He'd deal with it later.
"Mar-" he started to protest, but the words died in his throat.
He had no right.
He had left. His actions had been selfish and awful and they had led to half his men being taken from him. His Marian being taken- She had spent two months at the sheriff's mercy and it was because of him. If this was what Marian needed to deal with the pain he had caused her, then he had no right to protest. He had sworn he was never going to take away her choice. He better fucking prove it.
"It worries me," he admitted, since it wasn't a refusal. "But if that's what you need, I'll be right beside you."