Theirs is still, and will maybe forever be, the most intimate relationship I’ve ever seen on television. Or, hell, in real life.
Their dynamic is such a visceral exploration of what it means to “know” someone; the ways we wield those excruciating details like weapons, ensuring maximum carnage, and all of the ways, large and small, we afford grace to the ones we love.
I’ve been thinking more about this (because dissecting fictional stumbling blocks is a good way to ignore your own), and I keep coming back to Don’s relationship with Betty, and it’s unspoken vulnerability.
She knows Don, deeply, but there’s an antiseptic barrier that keeps them from the mess laid bare that is his relationship with Peggy. I mean,
“Birdie...”
“I know.”
“Birdie...”
“I know.”
And then there’s Anna. Peggy, Betty, and Anna. Don’s holy trinity.