Bonjourno. Um, unusually enough for me, I don't have much of an intro to this one, except to say that there will be more on the way, but I don't know when. Hopefully it shouldn't be too long.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Robin Hood. OBVIOUSLY.

Much let out a noise of frustration as he dropped the stone he was using to sharpen his sword again.

Giving up, he set his sword down, and announced that he was going for a walk. Djaq nudged Robin after him.

'Look, its probably just-' he protested.

'Go on!'

He sighed, and followed Much, who was already a surprising distance from the camp. He quickened his pace to catch up. 'Much! Much, wait!'

If Robin hadn't happened to glace down, he would've seen Much quickly rub his eyes. 'Yes?'

Robin placed a hand on his friend's shoulder. 'Much, what's the matter? You've been in a strange mood all day.'

Much's face was hard to read. 'It's nothing. Apparently.' He started to walk away again, then turned. 'I suppose I was just surprised, that's all. All these years and you've never.. even in the Holy Land!'

'Much, what're you-?'

'I mean, it isn't a though it doesn't happen every year!'

'Much, what are you talking about?'

'Its May, Robin.'

'I'm aware of that Much, before it was April and next it'll be June.' He smirked.

Much looked upset. 'Never mind.' He muttered, walking off again.

'Much, Much, I'm sorry! Tell me, what's the matter?'

Over the quiet of the woodland, Robin heard him mutter 'leave me alone.'

Ordinarily, Robin would've done just that, but he sensed that this was important. He ran after him. 'Much, stop.'

He stopped.

Robin placed his hands on Much's shoulders and forced him to look at him. 'Much, I'm sorry. Please, tell me what the matter is. You aren't the Much we all know and love.'

'It's May the fourteenth master. It's my birthday.'

Robin was speechless for a moment. 'But..' he realised. 'Oh.. oh.. look, I'm sorry Much, I've… I've had a lot on my mind.'

'I know you have master.' That was true, there had been a lot going on, and Much had been telling himself that Robin might be too busy to remember. But the truth was that although he tried to tell himself this, he still hoped that he would remember. That one of the things on his mind might have been the birthday of his most loyal friend.

Robin was trying to catch his eye again. 'Much, look at me. I'm sorry, I will make this up to you.'

'It doesn't matter.' He muttered.

'It matters to me.' Robin said firmly. 'Let me make this up to you.'

'Master, surely there's more important things you could be-'

'Much!'

Much set his jaw firmly, and nodded. 'Thank you.'

Robin squeezed his shoulders, and left Much to wander the forest alone.

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