[Sometimes in the winter it doesn't even feel like he's talking to Don - rather, that he's talking to someone who looks exactly like Don but acts like some simplified version of him, some abstract concept of his partner.
It is very hard not to feel that way right now, not when every word out of Don's mouth batters him around emotionally.
He really doesn't remember.]
D-Don. I love you. I... h-have never loved anybody like y-you... I cannot understand how you could f-forget this... [As if it meant nothing. But this means that the memory problems run deeper than Robert could've ever anticipated.]
... I kn-know you cannot help this. B-But... but it still h-hurts, when you are so... d-distant sometimes and... and we c-cannot be together, and... [Robert's voice trails off, thins out, and then splinters like thin wood.
Then he brings a hand up to his face and sobs a little.]
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It is very hard not to feel that way right now, not when every word out of Don's mouth batters him around emotionally.
He really doesn't remember.]
D-Don. I love you. I... h-have never loved anybody like y-you... I cannot understand how you could f-forget this... [As if it meant nothing. But this means that the memory problems run deeper than Robert could've ever anticipated.]
... I kn-know you cannot help this. B-But... but it still h-hurts, when you are so... d-distant sometimes and... and we c-cannot be together, and... [Robert's voice trails off, thins out, and then splinters like thin wood.
Then he brings a hand up to his face and sobs a little.]