Much had not been having a very good few days since the arrival back home. Robin was cross with him, and if he was quite honest he was still cross in return. So what if he'd tried to sacrifice himself to save his best friend? Robin said their lives were equal. It should have made one happy, but he wasn't sure what he felt. He felt confusion. He'd been a free man for some time now but really what was freedom? What did it mean. He knew how to protect Robin. He could do things for him not many could. He knew how he reacted to things not many saw. Yet when it came to himself, he did not know.
He didn't know who he really was. That was not a fault he blamed on Robin, he could have chosen to leave him after he was freed of being his man servant but he loved him. He loved his ideals. Wishy washy and dreamy as they were. He regretted not a thing of following him, but he did wish. He wished deep down that he knew himself as others did. That he was worth something. Lately he did not feel much of that.
He found himself wandering about the city quite a bit late at night recently. As though he were looking for something. Jane had been a great help to him lately kept him company, kept him sane during the daylight hours but he couldn't ask her to remain with him longer, it wouldn't be fair.
Looking up at the sky as he saw the sun begin to rise, he also saw something else. A familiar glint of amour that he had to squint at to be certain what it was. At first he thought it was some sort of car or something all crunched up, but then he could see it was a man. An injured one at that. He rushed to his side, his thoughts left in the dust as he knelt down beside him. "You all right?" Stupid question, but what else was he to say?
He pulled out his phone to call Robin. "Just lay still." Crankyness could be put aside. A mans life was more important. With his wrist busted, he could not carry Richard on his own.