The ghost visiting him had unsettled him more than he was willing to admit, had brought back memories he'd spent a long time ignoring, and with those, the nightmares had returned with a vengeance. Nothing else had worked and so by this point, he'd decided having a drink might be the best way to get a good nights sleep.
Gisborne would be the least likely to question his intentions, because he wouldn't give a damn. And that was what Robin wanted. He couldn't ask Marian, she would want to talk about it. And he could hardly go and drink alone. She'd find out, somehow, and worry. He didn't want that, either.
Walking in to the Roadhouse, he was surprised, and somewhat amused, to see Gisborne sitting there with two drinks. That wasn't something he'd ever have expected. Except maybe in a trap. Then again, Gisborne had come from a time when they supposedly got along. At least on some level. And since he'd told Gisborne this was about that truce, he'd even left his weapons behind. Well, his sword and bow, anyway. He wasn't going to walk around this place completely unarmed.
Walking over to the table he dropped in to the chair opposite the other man, eyeing him with amusement. "Buying me drinks, now? Is there something you're not telling me, Gisborne?"