Robert pulls himself together - with nary a sob or anything; those are for later - enough to gather the refuse of his cleaning job, bundling it together in the trash bag, and taking it in his hands to carry out of the room.
He turns once before he leaves the room, giving the little bundle on the bed a look laced with pain and loss.
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Robert pulls himself together - with nary a sob or anything; those are for later - enough to gather the refuse of his cleaning job, bundling it together in the trash bag, and taking it in his hands to carry out of the room.
He turns once before he leaves the room, giving the little bundle on the bed a look laced with pain and loss.
I love you. I'm sorry.
And then he steps out the door.]