"Maybe I was," Marian teased right back, laughing through the unabashed tears. Having Little John around would certainly be a comfort. The older man was fatherly, despite not being that much older than her, and despite how grumpy and cranky he could be, she did feel he cared about her. But Much... Oh, that was an even more welcome sight and she grinned brightly as her husband held his friend tight.
She'd never been more sure that Much was family. And she was more certain than ever that, wherever they chose to live, would include him.
She gave the boys a chance to exchange a few words before she declared, without even a moment's hesitation, "You'll come back with us. Get some rest, settle back in. The Complex... Well, it isn't safe." It wasn't even whole. His flat was all but leveled, the fact that Richard and Lydia had survived was practically a miracle. And theirs didn't look an awful lot better. But it didn't seem like a good idea to bring that up to the person who'd just survived that. "We're staying at the Inn for now, we'll make you up a bed there and everything."
It seemed pointless to confirm that with Robin first. Because it was Much and he was a part of their lives and if he needed them, he'd have them. After what he'd just dealt with, after what Robin had dealt with losing him, she wouldn't let him far from their sight. Not for a bit, yet.