Like the false life... [Robert half-murmurs it, studying the... experiment-Don slowly before moving his gaze to the others. They're all so... different from the person standing next to him - the preteen in particular reminds him poignantly of watching his own young self hunched over a console.
At Don's words, though, he looks at his old self again... the man from five years ago.]
Yes...
... It hardly feels like it, but... [Robert exhales slowly and looks into his own self's gray eyes. They have that distant, dreamy quality of somebody obviously intoxicated.]
You miss this, don't you...?
[He ignores the words in his head, trying not to think of how easy it might be to fall back down that crevasse again.]
[Action]
At Don's words, though, he looks at his old self again... the man from five years ago.]
Yes...
... It hardly feels like it, but... [Robert exhales slowly and looks into his own self's gray eyes. They have that distant, dreamy quality of somebody obviously intoxicated.]
You miss this, don't you...?
[He ignores the words in his head, trying not to think of how easy it might be to fall back down that crevasse again.]