He hadn't even noticed the car pull up and the familiar red hair get out of it. He'd been so lost in his own world of thought that the world seemed to disappear around him. He hated fighting with Robin. It reminded him of that time in the barn. Djaq had suggested the night of truth game since they were all about to die anyway, Robin refused to talk. It'd made him so angry, just as it had here and now. He said things he regretted just as he did then. The last thing he wanted was for Robin to hate him or think of him that way. Robin was more like his brother than his master, fighting with him broke his heart. He only wanted him to be happy, to have all the things he needed and Much hadn't helped he'd only hurt.
He should have thought of it from Robin's point of view. He knew him better than anyone and he couldn't keep his mouth shut when everyone else around him worried as well. If he was having a hard time, the last thing he would have wanted was everyone to intervene. He should have thought like that. Much had forgotten. Everyone in this place seemed so open, so talkative. Much had forgotten his most important person was different.
Looking up at the figure that sat beside him, he offered her a strained smile. "Hello Jane. You were at work?" He had work too, but lately he'd been considering switching jobs. He liked working with Robin, but that was about all he liked about the job. He was trying to be the usual chatty sort he was, but hiding emotion was never a thing he was good at. Robin was always able to read him like a boo when it came to it. He was a little more worn down than he'd been, his eyes a little less vibrant.