Don: *he starts to cry* T-turn *sniffs* around... L-look at what you se-eeeee... *sniff* in h-her face... the mirror of your dreams... Dammit! I can't sing it anymore.
Don: *he stands up* *he rubs his tears* *he looks at you and smiles* see. I'm fine. Stop it. Ok. Look I'm fine. *he clearly just wants you to feel better* oh god. What have I done?
