Normally silence was a thing that scared him. So he felt a need to fill it. This time though he welcomed it. Even wished for more. He pulled his bankets up a little more and just scowled at the darkness infront of them as though it were to blame for their current situation. It was easier than scowling at himself, that required a mirror and a lot of concentration not to make stupid faces instead. He wasn't in the mood for silly.
In all their time together, Much had rarely seen Robin afraid. Not even when he didn't have the slightest plan in mind for hundreds of mercenaries at their necks. Just chatting about Robin seemed to loosen him up a little. "I don't really know what I'm doing either." He admitted as she mentioned her fears of Robin. "I keep expecting something to happen in the middle of the night, keep waiting." Much really was smarter than those around hm thought. He might not have had book smarts, or a high I.Q. but he was ridiculously observant. "I keep looking for something." He didn't know how to explain it further, and it wasn't that this wasn't good he was just used to fighting. Having something to protect.
"You?" Much raised an eyebrow doubtfully at her. "You neededn't worry about keeping him happy. You might be the only one who does." Much didn't have anyone he loved, not like Robin and Marian. It was a lonely thought sometimes. "Used to hate you for it." He admitted honestly. "Spent my entire life trying to make him happy and all he ever talked about was you." Rubbing his eyes in attempt to free them of their redness, he curled up a little tighter. "I don't anymore. But I don't know where I fit." He kept getting mixed signals from Robin. Was he the servant or the friend?