He couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten, and yet imagine that Robin; food wasn't the first thing on his mind for once. In spite of being back in the modern world. It was far from it, which was odd for him indeed.
If he had more energy he might have commented on how well Robin's place seemed to be doing, but he didn't. There had been very little sleep for any of them, and he really wasn't in the mood to make nice with the occupants. He mostly ignored them, which normally you couldn't shut him up.
"Sounds like a dungeon sentence. Duno exactly. Think about two years." He kept looking at Robin and worrying about so many silent things. When Robin sat beside him, he wanted to be reassured that he was real and the closeness seemed to be helping a little. "I haven't seen this in two years." He reached for the drink and just looked at it, nearly too tired to even open it nd drink it.