"I'll bring the kids at Easter."

It's kind of the first not-quite truth Don's ever told Anna, the first since he came back from Korea anyways, and the weight on his chest comes back so quickly that he thinks it'll knock him flat.

She envelops her arms around him, keeping him steady, his anchor, his keeper. Fills his lungs with the scent of her hair and his arms with her small frame, comforts him with just her touch.

(And there's never been a moment like this before, one where he has a sudden urge to tell her everything and nothing, take her secrets and make them his own just like she has with him, remind himself that he's not just doing this for the original Don Draper, but for the new Don Draper who's beginning to realize now that she is his world, wrapped in his arms, broken leg and cancer and all.)

He keeps Pam's secret, signs her newly-painted living room wall in awkward block letters (DICK+ANNA will be painted over, disappear with time and new owners, but it'll always be there for them, an affirmation that there was a woman named Anna who healed and fully accepted a man named Dick, called Don), doesn't want her to know that what they have is coming to a close.

Don will never admit that it was the biggest mistake in his life, but it's most definitely in the top five.

When he gets the message Don doesn't want to make that call; he just knows that it spells nothing but the end for (possibly) the best thing that's ever come into his life. That what has been floating in and out of his mind since the day he left Los Angeles is going to come crashing down around him and there's nothing he can do about it.

So he does what he always does. He works, drinks, yells at Peggy and ruins her birthday (and relationship) in the process. It's what he does best.

But Anna visiting him while he's in a drunken stupor half-asleep in Peggy's lap for the last time right before she moves on? That he can't avoid

What she said to him when he was painting her wall flits through his mind as she picks up her suitcase and walks away.

I know everything about you, and I still love you.

(He'll always regret not saying I love you back).