Gwen's mouth opens, then clamps shut again after a few seconds' worth of faltering. "Oh, Rob," she says, and damn if she's not crying again for what feels like the millionth time in three days, because she knows.

She knows what it does to you, an experience like that.

Her hug is abrupt, but she tries to be gentle about it, although it's difficult because she wants to squeeze him tight, as if the depth of her emotion can somehow be transferred to the physical. "Congratulations."