[Robert can tell that there's something on the Turtle's mind, now. The way Don gets this kind of... clouded expression - hard for Robert to put into words, but it's like his focus isn't entirely there.
He sits there quietly for a moment, before gently pressing into Don's side instead. If Don doesn't want to talk about it for now, that's okay.]
... I ought to... make us some food, in case the power g-goes out... [He says it almost conversationally, though he's not really worried. He more wants an excuse to feed Don.]
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He sits there quietly for a moment, before gently pressing into Don's side instead. If Don doesn't want to talk about it for now, that's okay.]
... I ought to... make us some food, in case the power g-goes out... [He says it almost conversationally, though he's not really worried. He more wants an excuse to feed Don.]