What he needed for this to be fixed. When was the last time he could remember Robin asking what he needed? Robin now, as compared to the Robin Much had known before being brought here, seemed so much calmer. Nicer, even. Patient. And that's the point isn't it Much, he told himself. He is all of those things because Marian is here and alive again.
His initial response to that was to complain about it again and yet he didn't want to. Except that that meant it was because of Marian and not because of him. "I want you to be happy, Robin. And I don't know what Marian has said to you, but I want her to be happy too. But it would be nice if she could understand that we are friends, and that I would like to spend some time with you too. And if she doesn't wish me away, she could be a bit nicer about it all. Because I teased her that one time, but I thought she would understand that."
He was doing it again. He really wished sometimes that he could learn to just stop talking. He managed it when Robin told him to. Why couldn't he tell himself?