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“When is the last time you bought new clothes?” Jack asked.
He was standing in front of Robby’s closet with a suspicious look on his face, holding a threadbare gray hoodie between two fingers like it had committed a felony and was awaiting sentencing.
Robby looked up from where he was pulling socks out of the drawer. “Don’t start. I just bought new scrubs.”
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28 Jul 2026
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Robby should have known something was wrong when Dana looked up from the board, took one glance at him shoving his arms into his jacket like the building was on fire, and smiled.
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Then she said, far too casually, “Just wondering what’s got you in such a hurry.”
Robby frowned. “I’m going home.”
Dana’s mouth twitched.
“Of course you are.”
Something in his spine went on alert. “What is that supposed to mean.”
“Nothing,” she said again, with the innocent tone of a woman who had never been innocent a day in her life. “Just figured it must be date night.”
Robby blinked.
“What?”
Dana turned back to the board. “Abbot’s off tonight, isn’t he?”
----Dana clocks that Jack has been courting Robby for months, Robby predictably is completely calm and composed about it.*
*He freaks out. A lot.
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28 Jul 2026
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A homeless vet takes up residence on the corner next to Robby’s place. Not that it’s any of Robby’s business.
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26 Jul 2026
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The trick to Jack Abbot's coffee was that there wasn't one, and Robby had learned it anyway.
At a quarter to six Robby was at the counter, hair still wet, scrub top inside-out, half-assembled for the day shift, when Jack wandered in. He had no business being awake—it was his night off—but years of working nights had worn the ordinary hours smooth in him, and he'd never quite managed to sleep through Robby's side of the bed going cold. So he got up, the way he always did the mornings he was home, to stand in the kitchen and see the man off. His coffee was waiting on the counter—black, scalding, two sugars he'd deny to his grave that he took. Robby had made it, the way Robby made it every morning Jack was home to drink it: the one with somewhere to be looking after the one without. Jack picked it up without breaking stride, the way you'd pick up your own hand. He didn't say thank you. Thank you was for strangers. He bumped his shoulder into Robby's on the way to the window and that was the whole sentence, subject and verb and object: you, here, this.
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The one where Robby finds out that Jack has been receiving mail addressed to his late wife and decides to do something about it.Bookmarked by xiaoshe
14 Jul 2026
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"You want me to go?"
That's the last thing Jack wants. "Stay, please, you know you're always welcome."
Robby relaxes, and he carries on stirring
Jack interrupts the quiet once more with the other question that's been on the tip of his tongue.
"Why haven't you left?"
Robby freezes. He doesn't turn around, doesn't look at Jack, like it's easier to be honest this way.
"Because I think if I go, I won't come back."
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After the end of 2x15. Robby turns up at Jack's house instead of going on his sabbatical and then just....doesn't leave
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12 Jul 2026