He had nothing on him except what he'd taken with him to the woods. His shield was gone or back at camp, as was his sword. Neither of them seemed very important after losing Robin. The only thing he'd wanted to do was get away from the gang, as selfish as it was. He needed to process things in his own way. Honestly he had no idea how, Robin had always helped him process things. This had to be a trick of his mind, but even if it were he didn't want it to end. Robin was looking right at him and speaking. For a moment he was only still in his embrace before taking a chance and hugging him tightly in return. He had a few minor injuries but nothing drastic, and he smelled of the forest again. Clearly a great deal of time had passed.
"Not that hungry actually." But he didn't fight him when it came to coming indoors. He felt ready to collapse if he stood much longer anyway. He let Robin take the lead naturally as though theyd almost lost no time at all.