Robin couldn't deny being anxious about what Marian was going to tell him. She'd said he wouldn't like all of it, and she'd never been one to over dramatise a situation. His nerves weren't calmed when he opened the door to her fidgeting and looking worried. He offered her a smile, genuine despite the situation. His heart always lightened upon seeing her. She was a soothing calm for the often stormy chaos of his mind.
"Have I mentioned modern clothing suits you?" His tone was impish, and he didn't mind if the question exasperated her. So long as she stopped fretting quite so much. The clothes he had gotten thus far were simple enough. Jeans, he'd found, were far more comfortable than what he'd worn previously. The t-shirt was still covered by a hoodie, however. Old habits die hard.
He held out a hand for her to take. "Come in, and we'll sort this out together." Whatever it was.