Letting out a breath, Robin set the little computer aside. His lifelong preference for mentally suppressing painful subjects and just moving forward had been broken often since coming here. For the most part, he had not minded too much, because here he had Marian, and now Much, and Allan for awhile. Life was usually good, provided nobody was being attacked. And he found that due to things being better overall, that he was better able to talk through certain issues.
What he would not give to be able to ignore this, to just pretend it never happened. As impossible as that sounded, it was still infinitely better than having to think about it, than saying the words and reinforcing what had gone on. But, that was not an option; he and Marian had been in separate rooms practically since waking, and they could not continue like that. Even if their wedding was not just over two weeks away, they would need to work this out immediately. That impending event made it a bit more critical, however.
He heard Marian open the door to their bedroom, and waited a moment before getting to his feet. As he went over to the door and grasped the handle, he had a momentary pang of nostalgia for the days when he was being dangled over pits of poisonous snakes, or fighting off swarms of sheriff's men. Those things, he could deal with-- his life was in danger, and he did what he could to stay alive. All of these emotional issues, however, were so much more delicate, even more permanent. Yes, he had nightmares from the Holy Land at times, but his nightmares of Marian's death were far more frequent. None of it was good, but something that he could resolve easily was preferable to him.
He needed to face this, though. Turning the doorknob, he went out to the living room, where Marian was looking out the window. Robin stopped right inside the entryway, on the opposite side of the room; he still couldn't quite believe he had been given another chance with her. He was willing to pay any price for that, although he wished that would stop involving such long-term effects. She owned him, owned his heart and his soul, and he loved her so much that it hurt on a normal day. This was the furthest thing from a normal day, and he just wanted to walk over and hold her, but he could not.
Instead, he shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned uncomfortably against the doorframe. "Hey."