[Robert shudders at that. The mental image of him waking to find Don absent crawls, unbidden, to the forefront of his consciousness, and it stabs into him like a hot brand.
He exhales slowly, then turns to the tea preparation, taking it slowly and methodically, drowning his feelings in unnecessary motion. He's so distracted that he does the same opening ritual three times and finds himself re-sorting the just-sorted teabags.]
[Action]
He exhales slowly, then turns to the tea preparation, taking it slowly and methodically, drowning his feelings in unnecessary motion. He's so distracted that he does the same opening ritual three times and finds himself re-sorting the just-sorted teabags.]
...
... This... h-happened before... c-correct...?
He... he c-could come back...