[Robert nods and returns to exactly the place on Don's left wing that he was at before. Very carefully, he presses the comb against the wing again, and begins to pick the comb through the purple feathers, making sure to make his motions as obvious as possible to the Turtle underneath him.
It still probably feels a bit weird, but at least Don expects it now, and Robert's generally being much more slow and careful than he was.]
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It still probably feels a bit weird, but at least Don expects it now, and Robert's generally being much more slow and careful than he was.]