[This, at least, is reassuring, but Robert still sobs into Don's plastron a few times, trying to compose himself. It's a moment later that he looks up, eyes bright with tears and a little red.]

... th-thank you...

[His words are almost whispered, through a tight throat.]

... I... I k-kissed Helios, because... because I missed being t-touched... I missed being wanted...

[Perhaps it wasn't fair to Don. Even if he'd asked beforehand...]

... but... in, in the l-long-term, it... means very little... I love you regardless of a-anything else...