Robert understands Rufus' absences. He does, really, and at times it's almost a blessing. While Robert craves for some sort of attention from him, it's easier to avoid pulling Rufus into the dream world too early. After all, Robert's going to have to somehow ready himself to comfort Rufus, should the time come.
Fortunately, it turns out Robert has several lovely friends who have been occupying his time. And the sextet. Which is why Robert's in their bedroom, pouring over his manuscript like a mad man, though he knows there's only one way this piece will get finished.
But he shuffles out of the room out of the room at the sound of Rufus' voice. His hair is a disaster - more than usual - and his clothes are rumpled save for one of Rufus' cardigans that Robert's tossed on. He rubs at his eyes a bit.
"Were you gone long? I've lost track of the time again."