Robron driving back from the hospital and parking outside the Woolpack. Aaron heading straight to the back door because he just wants to get in bed and sleep for three days. Robert calling back at him, hey, let’s use the front door, have a pint. And Aaron is all like, I’m tired Rob, let’s leave it for another day. Robert insisting, oh, come on, let’s celebrate you’re back home. Just one pint, I promise. Aaron squints his eyes and pulls a face, defeated already, there’s a party full of Dingles in there, isn’t it?. Robert doesn’t even try to lie and just smiles but his face actually looks like he is expecting a punch. Jesus Christ, Aaron sighs.