Except in three months, when he loses the election, what happens then? He knows he won't be returning to the White House. He knows he won't be returning to the West Wing. He knows he won't be returning to his job as Deputy Director of Communications. He knows he won't be returning to Toby. Because there won't be a Toby to return to, at least not a Toby that for far too short a time he'd kissed, he'd held, he'd shared a bed with, he'd loved. A Toby who had kissed him, held him, shared a bed with him, loved him? He doesn't know. He doesn't want to know. He doesn't need to know.