Robin looked at Much with something akin to amazement. He knew better than most people that his friend ran deeper than what was often evident, but still, Much caught him off-guard once in awhile. "Listen to you, the voice of reason," he said, no mockery at all in his words. Running his hands through his hair and letting out a long breath, he regarded the other man. "I should go and talk to her."
Retrieving his bow case as he moved toward the door, Robin paused. Much had not come through this unscathed, either, but was expressing his discomfort in a far better way than Robin had been doing. Laying a hand on Much's shoulder, Robin said quietly, "Thank you. You're a better friend than I deserve."