It wasn't that he didn't like talking, it was actually quite the opposite. Usually it was difficult to shut him up, but lately words had been difficult to come by. It felt like everything was piling up ontop of him and when he lost Robin it all came sliding down. He knew when Robin didn't want to be found that it was impossible to do so, but he still felt responsible. Robin was his person. The one person he was supposed to keep up with, keep track of at all times. His most important and he couldn't do that.
Robin was the sort who would never admit to needing anyone, but needed everyone. He needed to be loved, and Much felt he'd betrayed that by letting him go. Well, letting being the understatement of the year. He'd tried to keep up but he was unsuccessful, and that hurt worse. He'd always been able to keep up with him. When they were kids even. It was part of their friendship he cherished, always being by his side. Marian couldn't keep up like he could, and he knew it.
"I had one job, and I could not do it." He explained simply enough. Which for him was a feat in it's own. Usually his answers were quite a bit more long winded. "I am supposed to stay with Robin, but I couldn't keep up and he got hurt." He frowned a moment. "Not physically. Not much more than usual anyway." He admitted. Trying to keep Robin from being physically hurt was like trying to stop the sun from rising. That much he'd accepted, it was the part where he couldn't fix the hurt that he couldn't accept.
"Animals don't stare long." He mused slightly. "Or they would be dinner." Much said with a shrug. "But the weather, the general unable to go to town often for a drink.." He trailed off distractedly as he fiddled with a thin, flat rock near by. "Yeah. It all just..it's too much." He admitted sheepishly.