"It doesn't feel that way." He doesn't feel like he's pulling his own weight, but it was more than that. Robbie thought that his friends didn't need him as much. Despite not being sure he could hold them up the same way... it stung to be superfluous.

Maybe that was why he thought of himself as unnecessary, but Robbie figured that he was zeroed in on it. He did that a lot, focused in on a problem that could be handled or, if it couldn't, would be a solid waste of time.

The questions were... weird. Robbie's head snapped up to look at Vance, and he found himself inching away. He didn't really care if Vance moved nearer, but being asked like he was a skittish forest animal or mental patient. It put him off, but 'no' wasn't the right answer. "Yeah? It's messed up that you think you have to ask like that."

He wouldn't mind a hug, honestly, but Robbie's a historically free hugger. A friend having to ask if one can happen? It's wrong, and somehow that had to be his own fault.