[Robert isn't going to judge. Don knows everything deep and dark there is to know about him, anyway, and what else could Don ever tell him that would drive him off? He means too much, now.
There is silence, poignant silence, as Robert just stands there himself, holding that hand like nothing else matters in the world.]
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There is silence, poignant silence, as Robert just stands there himself, holding that hand like nothing else matters in the world.]