Robin shrugged when John apologised. "It's not my bench. I feel a bit sorry for your foot, though. Something on your mind?" He asked lightly, not necessarily pushing John to talk, but giving him the chance if he wanted it.
It was obvious enough something was bothering him. He wouldn't have kicked the bench if there wasn't. He walked over to where John was standing by the bench, glancing down at it, then back up at John with a mock curious expression. "Did you come here to use the range, or do you and the bench need some time alone?"