[Robert lets Don take his hand without complaint, looking up at him almost fearfully as Don kneads the soft, pliant skin under his thumbs. Nothing was even remotely injured - Robert didn't hit hard enough - but it's still soothing and a little reassuring.]
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You want me to hit you...? Why?
[His tone is disbelieving. Robert can understand the idea of hitting somebody who would hurt him, but... Don? That's his partner! His partner who is worth more than anything else. Why should he ever deserve to be hit?]
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You want me to hit you...? Why?
[His tone is disbelieving. Robert can understand the idea of hitting somebody who would hurt him, but... Don? That's his partner! His partner who is worth more than anything else. Why should he ever deserve to be hit?]