Written for a little prompt from a friend that was the very broad 'Much/Allan secret keeping'.
Disclaimer: Sigh. No.
"What's your secret then?"
Much looked up from his cooking to where Allan was observing him. "Pardon?"
"How d'you do it? Doing everything we do, and getting the food and everything sorted. It's not like we ever show any gratitude is it, why bother?"
"Someone has to." He shrugged. "Sometimes I think you would all perish out here were it not for me."
"That's it then is it? Concern for our wellbeing?"
Much sighed. "It's nice to feel that I'm needed. Not just by Robin, by anyone. And you never know; maybe one day someone finally will say thank you."
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