PLAYING MAKE-BELIEVE
He could've asked how he was feeling. Could've. Didn't.
That would make it real and as long as it's only seventeen people who know it's not really real and he can pretend he's not keeping secrets. He can pretend he wasn't lied to, pretend that whatever's left of his idealism remains intact, and, at the terrible heart of it all, pretend a great man he's been privileged to call friend is not being destroyed by inches.
Which means he can pretend he doesn't want to cry.
Not that it matters because he's Toby fucking Ziegler and he wouldn't cry anyway.
FIN