It was amazing to watch Rob with the babies. He would just turn into this completley different person. He just loved being around kids. He would actually argue, ‘Why do I have to keep giving the baby away to other people? I don’t get hold her enough, I don’t get to be with her enough.’ He really seemed to love playing off of children. -Bill Condon
Hours of my torment—I wonder if other men ever have the like, out of the like feelings? Is there even one other like me—distracted—his friend, his lover, lost to him? Is he too as I am now? Does he still rise in the morning, dejected, thinking who is lost to him? And at night, awaking, think who is lost? Does he too harbor his friendship silent and endless? Harbor his anguish and passion? Does some stray reminder, or the casual mention of a name, bring the fit back upon him, taciturn and deprest? Does he see himself reflected in me? In these hours, does he see the face of his hours reflected?
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