Aw, Robert, bless your heart. The tour of terror seems to have worn out your soul. Like I said, I bet he wakes up every day and remembers the promise of a day full of fangirls and thong signings and reaches of the bottle of gin. Poor kid.

That hair is starting to look like it could reach out and bitch slap someone though. KEEP PROTECTING HIM, YOU FIESTY FOLLICLES!