Robin had jogged up to his friend but came to a sudden stop at the words. "No my friend," he said, looking him over with concern. "You're far from dead. You're back where you belong." Without further pause he pulled his friend in to his arms, holding him in a close embrace whilst mentally cataloging the changes in the older man. His hair was longer, for one. And not covered by his hat. He looked completely worn out. And Robin hadn't missed the flat look in his eyes. He really hoped it was just a case of this place confusing him. Who knew how much time had passed.
"Come on, come inside. You must be hungry. There's plenty of sandwiches left from lunch." If there was anything that could get through to Much, it was a good sandwich. "I might even be able to find some lemonade, too."