#don pls

Next morning, Don wakes up in a foul mood.

Oh dear.

He still wants to break up with Julie… so I guess it's time.

As if she's psychic, she calls and invites us to meet her. Perfect!

They meet in the rain outside a gym. Very scenic, very teen movie.

Don gives her the whole "it's not you it's me... who wants to sleep with other people."

Julie is not happy 😭 And neither is Don, really.

She stalks off with her ladybug umbrella, leaving him in the rain. Teen drama at its finest.

Don... Don, this is literally exactly what you wanted.

Don decides to hit the gym - I mean, he's already here - and I don't know who this guy is but he's amazing and I want to hear about his collection of rare vinyls.

I SEE YOU HUNKY BARTENDER

Don tries to punch away the sadness, but with limited success.

We come home to Nicolo getting a promotion to civil servant and being a handsome fucker as usual.

For dinner, Don pathetically eats soup in the saddest way possible.

Then, he cries his way through a shower.

Seriously, Don, pull yourself together.

You've wanted to break up with Julie for like three days.

Is there nothing that can cheer you up?

How does a senior FBI agent with uncountable hours of field experience and an exceptional clearance rate wind up playing babysitter to some lawyer in a missing persons case? When the other missing people make more money in an hour than Don makes per year. Each potential target had to have the best of the best agents watching, some had even hired their own personal bodyguards, many of whom seemed more inhuman than Donald himself. He looked up at Lilah from where he was sitting,  “ You really can’t think of any reason someone might want to hurt you or your colleagues? ”  He asked skeptically. 

( ✉ → sms to Quinzel) What’s snapchat?