Who:James and Robin When: Sunday early morning Where: Locksley Household What: Fixing Robin Warning: Mid, just in case for language. James could feel the animosity in the air. He could sense that the people were unhappy. It had taken him five days. Five long days to get back, and not leave a trail for others to follow. It was painfully slow doing it that way. Especially when he felt Robin slip each day. He knew something went wrong, the tie he felt to Ridgeway, Robin, he could tell the outlaw did something quite stupid. Something beyond his means. Something he'd been told not to do.
He shielded himself as he appeared in Robin's house. Knowing Gabriel would feel him, and the Archangel's wife would sense him, if he didn't. He wasn't quite up to being smited, or stabbed... repeatedly. He clucked his tongue at what he saw.
"Robin, Robin, Robin... I thought you'd at least look after your looks better than this. You look like shit." The thick Scot brogue rolling freely from his tongue. Sitting on the free side of the master bed, he touched Robin's forehead. It took very little to heal the ailments. Especially now that he absorbed a few key skills from a few of his more dangerous brothers. "I was tempted to leave you green. Now the question is... Do you want all that cosmic power, in that little bitty living space, or do you want me to take it all back? I mean... Temporarily, of course. Each time you use it, now that I'm home, what you use will return to me. But you should be able to handle it a bit better now." It would make him different. His body, the squishy parts, would be stronger than they were. Almost as if they were squeaked clean and coated with Teflon.