After a night spent worrying about Mal, and then arguing with him, it was nice for Robin to have what had fast become a normal day. Though he spent a lot of his time in the office upstairs, he made sure balanced that with spending time with the people who came to Sherwood. For some, it was to try and find work. For others, it was simply for a meal and somewhere to stay warm and dry. And whilst every day he felt overwhelmed with the notion that it was not nearly enough, he did feel he was making a difference again. And something was better than nothing.
It was by complete coincident that when he sat to talk to the family eating at the table near the door, he had a perfect view of the street outside. And he was cut off mid sentence by the loud interruption of a car horn, eyes immediately moving to the source of it. He nearly tripped over the legs of his chair in his haste to stand.
"You'll have to excuse me," he announced to the table, though he was practically half way out the door. There was no way his mind was playing tricks on him. That was his friend, there was no doubt in his mind.