"I know." He wasn't offended, and he knew because he knew exactly how it felt. Much had, and always would be, the perfect example of that. He loved his friend more than he would love a brother, if he had one, and yet sometimes his friend had made it that much worse. And it hadn't been his fault, which made Robin feel worse about holding it against him. It had simply been that Much had wanted to talk about it, and Robin hadn't, and so Much would get upset, and hurt, and it would make things worse.
He smoothed his hand over her hair. "I know you do. But they will become fewer, and then they will disappear completely. You just have to believe that."