[Robin wants to argue against that, that he's perfectly capable of looking after himself, but he does have a knack for rushing headlong into things.]

And I'm sure nobody envies you the task of looking after me, Much. [He chuckles and grins.] Still. I can't wait to go home. I miss everybody. I miss nights at the pub.

[He licks his lips, glancing at Much.] We did the right thing by joining up, didn't we?