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Robby was exhausted by the time he trudged up the three steps to his front door. It was still early morning, and he was just coming off five days in a row of work that had culminated in a double shift. He slid his key into the lock, hoping that Andrew would still be there once he got the door open. Besides how badly Robby just wanted to get his eyes on the man he was falling head over heels for, he knew what a shit hole the motel room that Andrew had been renting since he got to town was.
How soon was too soon to just suggest that Andrew let go of the room and stay with Robby? Robby had never been one for taking things slow or casual, so he didn’t know what was appropriate. He should ask Dana next time he saw her. The odds were good that she’d make fun of him, but in the end, her advice was always solid.
He sighed when he twisted the doorknob and revealed a dark house. So much for Andrew still being there. Flipping on the light switch next to the door, Robby froze. With the living room light on, he could see that his house was fucking spotless. It wasn’t that Robby was a slob, but he was always busy, so since his housekeeper had gone on maternity leave two months ago, he’d barely been keeping up with the basics.
This wasn’t the first time that Andrew had tidied up, but before it had usually just been the dishes from dinner or throwing in a load or two of laundry. He’d never done anything while Robby wasn’t home and certainly nothing to this extent. Robby’s chest felt tight with the strength of his emotions for the other man. Walking farther into the house, he noticed how the surfaces in the kitchen practically sparkled. He suspected that if he went to the bedroom or bathroom, they’d be much the same. He was just starting to consider if it was too early to call Andrew when he looked out the back window and noticed someone out in the yard.
The slope of the shoulders and bulk of the frame was easily recognizable as Andrew. Letting out a sigh of relief, Robby grabbed the throw blanket that had been neatly folded and laid out over the back of the couch. As far as he could see in the dim morning light, Andrew was still wearing the short sleeved button up he’d had on when Robby left for work. For someone who’d spent his whole life in California, Andrew seemed to handle the cold chill that came with late fall in Pennsylvania well.
“Hey, I didn’t think you’d still be here,” Robby said as he stepped out into the yard.
Andrew was sitting straight as a rod on the small bench that was pressed against the back wall, staring straight ahead. If Robby didn’t know better, he’d think that the other man hadn’t heard him. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have stayed,” Andrew replied, eyes still looking out over the yard instead of glancing over at Robby.
“Shit, no sweetheart that’s not what I meant,” Robby explained in a rush before running the hand not holding the blanket through his hair and scratching at the back of his head. “I’m glad you’re here.”
Finally Andrew turned to look over at where Robby was hovering. His brow was furrowed and even without a lot of light, Robby could see the deep sadness in his eyes. “Yeah?”
The uncertainty in the other man’s voice made Robby’s heart ache. If Robby ever got his eyes
on the assholes who called themselves Andrew’s family, he would not be held responsible for his actions. He draped the soft blanket over Andrew’s broad shoulders and settled down next to him on the bench, angled so he could meet Andrew’s gaze. “Yeah baby, I was hoping you would be.”
“Oh,” Andrew breathed, the creases in his brow softening. “I’m sorry I touched your stuff, I just couldn’t sleep and you’ve done so much for me that I wanted to finally do something for you. I promise I didn’t look through it or anything.”
Placing a hand on Andrew’s thigh, trying not get distracted by how thick and firm those quads were, Robby rubbed his thumb over the denim. “Hey, it’s okay if you did. I don’t have anything to hide from you and while you absolutely didn’t have to clean, I really appreciate it Andrew.”
Andrew studied his face for a long beat as he chewed on his bottom lip. “I didn’t want to go back home,” he finally admitted, voice soft and sad.
“That place is not your home,” Robby insisted before he could think too hard about it. “This is your home, and if it were up to me, you’d never go back to that motel.”
The deep furrow in Andrew’s brow was back as he stared into Robby’s eyes. Finally, he gave his head a small, jerky shake. “No, you don’t mean that Mike.”
While Robby logically understood the traumatic past that the other man was coming from, it still made him incredibly sad that Andrew wouldn’t believe him. Not willing to let this go though, he slid down off the bench so he could crouch in front of Andrew’s knees. He placed his other hand on Andrew’s other leg and looked up at him. “Don’t tell me what I want Andrew. I’m 45, I think I know my own mind at this point,” he said, trying to keep his voice soft but still serious.
“But…why?” Andrew asked, still looking at Robby like he didn’t understand what was going on.
“Do you want the short or the long answer?” Robby ran his thumbs over the soft denim, hoping that his touch would help soothe the other man.
Andrew cocked his head just slightly before shutting his eyes in a slow blink. “Short, I guess.”
Damn, Robby had been hoping that Andrew would pick the long answer. He wanted the chance to explain just how crazy he was about the man he’d known for almost two months now. So he could list just a few of the dozens of things he liked and admired about Andrew. That’s okay, he could still make a short answer work. Making sure that he kept the intense eye contact that Andrew seemed to crave, Robby took a deep breath before replying.
“Well, I guess that short answer is because I really, really like having you here sweetheart.”
Andrew took a sharp breath as his eyes widened in surprise. That clearly wasn’t the answer he’d been expecting. Tentatively, he moved his left hand to settle over the hand on his leg. “What’s, uh, what’s the long answer?”
With a grin, Robby tried to decide where to even start. “The long answer is that I’ve never met anyone like you before,” Robby began, reaching up to cup Andrew’s jaw when he tried to look away. “You’ve had the hardest life yet you’re the kindest, sweetest person I’ve ever had the pleasure to know. After a long shift, getting to see you is the only thing that really helps me relax.
“Sure, the way you insist on taking care of me is nice, but you don’t have to and even without it, I would still want to keep you around. Anytime I need to just vent, you’re always happy to listen and I know that I can trust you to keep my secrets. Do I even need to mention how fucking hot you are?”
At the compliment, Andrew’s brow furrowed again and he opened his mouth to, undoubtedly, try to argue. Before he got the chance Robby shook his head. “Yeah, I know you don’t see it so just trust me. Shit baby, it’s so hard to keep my hands to myself.”
“You don’t have to,” Andrew interrupted, the tip of his tongue licking over his lips. “You can uh, you can touch me if you want.”
“That’s good to know,” Robby replied as he tried to keep a handle on the joy and hint of arousal that threatened to overwhelm him. “I think what I’m trying to say is, I’d love you to move in properly. There’s a free guest room that’s all yours if you want to live here just as my friend, but if you’re interested, you’re welcome to stay in my room as my boyfriend.”
Silence stretched out as Andrew stared intensely down at him. Just as Robby was starting to consider that he’d pushed too far, Andrew grinned wider than Robby had ever seen. The laughter lines around his eyes and the hint of dimples made him look soft and Robby resolved that he’d do his best to make the other man smile like that as often as possible.
Tentatively, Andrew reached out to thread his fingers through Robby’s hair. “I want that,” he started, sounding a little in awe at what he was being offered. “Not the friend part though, I want… the other part.”
It was Robby’s turn to grin. “Yeah? You want to be my boyfriend, sweetheart?” God, he felt a little silly calling someone his boyfriend at his age but fuck it, he hadn’t let himself want anything close to a relationship in years. He wanted this.
“Yeah Mike, I do,” Andrew breathed. “I’ve never had one before though, so I may not be very good at it.”
“Hey, don’t say that. We can move as slow as you like, and honestly? I really like the idea that I’m your first.” Robby was aching to push up and kiss his new boyfriend, but he’d just said they’d take things at Andrew’s pace. He didn’t want to push.
“Come here,” Andrew mumbled, pulling slightly at the back of Robby’s head.
Oh. It took Robby a second to catch on, but when he did, he was quick to stand. It looked like he wouldn’t be pushing after all, and the knowledge of that alone was enough to make him not care about the ache in his knees from crouching for so long. Once he was fully upright, he pulled at Andrew’s hand until they were standing mere inches from each other. Andrew’s eyes darted down to his lips and back up.
Before Robby could say anything, that hand not on his head fisted in the front of his scrubs. With a sharp yank, Andrew closed the last remaining distance between them. Their lips crashed together in a bruising kiss with no finesse to it, but it was still one of the best kisses Robby’d ever had. Tilting his head just right, Robby wrapped a hand around the nape of Andrew’s neck before wrapping his other hand around to push against the small of his boyfriend’s back.
Andrew gasped when his hips were pulled flush against Robby’s, his mouth falling open slightly, which Robby was more than happy to take advantage of. As he licked into Andrew’s mouth, the hand that had been gripping his shirt loosened to press flat over his chest, just above where Robby’s heart was racing. When Andrew sucked on his tongue, Robby let out a whine. Sure, he’d just worked for 24 hours straight, but kissing the other man like this was even better than three cups of coffee at waking him up.
Sharp teeth bit into Robby’s lower lip, and fuck, he was getting a little lightheaded with how quickly all the blood in his body was rushing south. The sharp sting of pain was quickly soothed by the tip of Andrew’s tongue, and Robby couldn’t resist rolling his hips forward. He was so hard already and more than a little desperate to get some friction against his cock.
It had been almost two weeks since he’d jerked off while Andrew watched, and while that moment was still seared into his memory, he was looking forward to making many more memories. They’d kissed daily since then and even had a few make-out sessions that had gotten pretty steamy, but Andrew had never seemed interested in anything more, and Robby was patient; he could wait. Still, he was relieved when, instead of pulling away, Andrew groaned low in his throat.
Taking a chance, Robby rocked his hips again, whimpering at how good it already felt. As though he was on a mission to drive Robby crazy, Andrew thumbed over the bud of Robby’s nipple. “Fuck, do that again,” Robby gasped, his cock pulsing when Andrew rubbed over it even firmer than before.
Robby tried to lean back in for a kiss, but Andrew tightened his grip in Robby’s dark hair before using it to tilt his head to the side. Still thumbing at Robby’s hard nipple. Andrew licked the flat of his tongue up the tendon in Robby’s neck. A low moan was all Robby could manage as he simply tried to hold on. Tugging the lobe of Robby’s ear with his teeth, Andrew dipped to scrape his teeth over the bolt of Robby’s jaw and down over his pulse point.
When a particularly hard pinch over his nipple combined with Andrew biting at the soft flesh where his neck and shoulder met, Robby cried out. This was the boldest he’s ever seen Andrew and it was driving him crazy. He was aching to be touched but even more than that, he wanted to drive Andrew as crazy as the other man was making him. “Come on sweetheart, it's cold out here. Let’s move this to the bedroom so I can get these clothes off you.”
Andrew hummed as he sucked a dark mark over the spot he’d just bitten. “No, the couch is better.”
“Shit, yeah okay baby,” Robby gasped, too far gone to care about where they fucked. As long as he got to finally see Andrew naked, it didn’t matter in the slightest where they were. Besides, if he had any say in it, they’d christen the whole fucking house.
With one last flick of his tongue, Andrew pulled back to make eye contact once again. Robby was already panting as he tried to catch his breath and while Andrew certainly looked less affected, Robby could clearly see the desire in his eyes and hear it in his voice.
“Come on,” Andrew said before taking a few steps towards the door. The corner of his mouth was pulled into a crooked smirk that did nothing to cool the fire in Robby’s veins. “You coming?”
The way the other man drawled the last word hinted clearly at both meanings and fuck, Robby really hoped that soon both of them would be coming. He crossed over to the back door that Andrew had just disappeared through in a few long strides. The sight of Andrew waiting for him next to the couch, his hands loose at his sides, made Robby a little breathless. Despite the fact that he wore them almost every single day, Robby loved the fit of the button-up shirts the other man wore. It highlighted the bulge of his biceps, the definition of his chest.
He tried not to second guess himself when he trailed his eyes down Andrew’s front to linger on his groin. He was surprised that he couldn’t make out the hint of a bulge under Andrew’s jeans but quickly let it go. Maybe it was just less noticeable in denim than the front of Robby’s loose scrub pants.
With just a few more long strides, Robby was back in front of Andrew. Keeping his movements slow, he caught Andrew’s gaze and raised a brow. “Can I?” He asked as he let his fingers linger over the top button of Andrew’s shirt.
Andrew chewed at his kiss-swollen bottom lip before jerking his head in a nod. Aside from the time he went into the bathroom while Andrew was in the shower, he’d never really gotten a chance to see Andrew shirtless, and even then it had just been his back. Robby did his best to hide his excitement as, button by button, a little more skin was revealed. Once he’d gotten down to the fourth, he could just make out a few ginger curls. Shit, that was so hot.
Before he continued, Robby glanced back up to confirm that Andrew was still okay. The other man’s hazel eyes were blown wide, his lip was still tucked under his teeth, and his chest was heaving as he tried to breathe. “You’re gorgeous,” Robby whispered, unable to keep the thought to himself.
Andrew inhaled a sharp breath but this time, instead of arguing, he nodded once again. Determined to keep saying it until his boyfriend started to believe him, Robby glanced back down so he could try to rush through getting the last buttons undone. Finally, fucking finally, the shirt was hanging loose, revealing a long column of skin. He swallowed hard as he reached out to ghost his fingers over the hot skin and soft sprinkling of hair.
He trailed his hands back up Andrew’s chest until he could slide them under the fabric over the other man’s ridiculously broad shoulders. Keeping his eyes locked on Andrew’s, looking for any sign that Robby was pushing too far, he eased the shirt down Andrew’s arms. A strangled noise caught in his throat at the sight of so much pale skin.
“Fuck,” Robby muttered, drawing the word out. He knew he should probably say something slightly more intelligent but it was like, with all the blood having rushed to pool in his groin, his brain had completely shut off. Instead he just ran his palms down Andrew’s massive pecs, over his flat stomach, and down to settle at his hips. How was it possible for the other man to look like this at their age?
Flicking his gaze back up, Robby found Andrew staring at him once again. Still looking a little unsure of himself, Andrew reached out to slip his hands just under the hem of Robby’s scrub top. His touch was soft, gentle, and a question clear on his face, seeking permission. Feeling breathless, Robby just nodded.
After that, Andrew was quickly to tug at the bottom of Robby's shirt. Even though Robby was reluctant to let go of Andrew, he couldn’t deny that the swiftness and ease that his scrub top and undershirt were pulled off of him before dropping to the floor was sexy. Before Robby could ask if it was okay to undo the sinfully tight jeans the other man wore, Andrew leaned in for another kiss.
For someone who claimed not to have a lot of experience with sex in general, you’d never guess from the way he kissed. Andrew kissed like a drowning man, like his entire existence depended on his ability to slowly take Robby apart. As the tip of Andrew’s tongue slid over his lower lip, Robby parted his lips with a sigh. His cock was aching for attention but even if Andrew never wanted to take things any farther, Robby could happily live on this alone.
Too caught up chasing Andrew’s tongue with his own, Robby didn’t notice as the hands on his chest dropped down to his waist. In one quick pull, his scrub bottoms and boxers were yanked down to fall around his ankles. The slight pull of the fabric over the tip of his cock made him gasp into the kiss. It was way too little but it still made his body thrum with arousal.
“Fuck baby,” Robby panted as he pulled back just enough to let his forehead fall against Andrew’s. The confident way that Andrew had been kissing and undressing him seemed to fade as he reached out to ghost his fingers over Robby’s cock. Robby let his index fingers hook over the waist band of Andrew’s jeans before ducking his head so he could catch the other man’s gaze. “Can I take these off?”
There was a flash of something that looked a lot like shame and embarrassment that quickly passed over Andrew’s face. He let his hands fall loose at his sides before shaking his head. “Uh no, can we just, can you sit on the couch?”
Robby frowned slightly, letting his eyes scan every detail of Andrew’s expression. What he wouldn’t give to be able to read minds in that moment. As always, Andrew’s face was set in the perfect neutral mask. Robby could empathize, from what he’d learned, the ability to mask was the only way that Andrew could ever have survived with his family. He could only hope that with a little patience and time, Andrew would start to let the mask fall.
“Sure, as long as you come too,” Robby replied with a wink. His chest felt tight with emotion when Andrew finally cracked a smile. “And yes that is absolutely a double entendre.”
Chuckling at his own joke, Robby moved around to settle on the couch. He let his legs splay open before resting his hands on his upper thighs, just below his hips. It took all his self control not to touch his cock, waiting instead as he watched Andrew move to stand between his legs. Instead of unbuttoning his jeans, Andrew dropped to his knees, keeping eye contact the whole time.
“Hey sweetheart, you don’t have to-,” Robby started before his boyfriend cut him off.
“Mike,” he started, voice soft but firm. “I want to.”
Well, who was Robby to argue with that? He nodded and reached out to card his hair through the auburn curls that were streaked with a handful of grey hairs. Cinnamon and sugar Dana had called it instead of salt and pepper. Andrew had rolled his eyes but Robby thought it fit. Not so deep down, Andrew was one of the sweetest guys he’d known, no matter how much the other man tried to argue against it.
Robby’s breath caught when Andrew smoothed his palms up Robby’s thighs, making sure to keep away from where Robby wanted him most. When a broad hand splayed across his belly, Robby tried his hardest not to feel self conscious. He knew he’d gotten a little softer in the last decade but it hadn’t bothered him before. Now though, with someone as fucking built as Andrew, he was a starting to wonder if it was time to get back to the gym in what little free time he had.
“I can hear you thinking,” Andrew said softly, the direct eye contact never wavering.
It made Robby feel like the man between his legs was looking directly into his soul and he could only hope that he wouldn’t be found wanting. “Maybe you can think of a good distraction then,” Robby teased, not wanting Andrew to worry about him. The last thing he wanted was for this to stop before they really got started.
He could see Andrew’s eyes darken, pupils blown wide as his breathing got a little heavier. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing Robby had seen in a long time. And really, Robby shouldn’t have been surprised at the way Andrew continued to stare unblinkingly up at him even as he leaned closer. A high pitched whine punched from deep in Robby’s chest when the tip of Andrew’s tongue flicked over the leaking slit of his cock.
“Jeeeesus,” Robby whimpered, doing his best to sear the moment into his brain. His breath caught when Andrew fisted the base of his cock before pressing the flat of his tongue to the throbbing vein in the underside. He licked up, swirling his tongue over the tip before mouthing over the head.
It felt fucking incredible and Robby tried very hard not to think about the circumstances behind how Andrew had learned to do this. He knew the only time the other man had gotten to experiment with men was during the few months he’d spent with one of his cellmates when he’d been locked up. Understandably, Andrew didn’t particularly like talking about it but from the little he had shared, it sounded like the rest of his three years in Folsom had included some very non consensual events as well. It was just another one of the reasons that Robby liked to check in with him often.
Not wanting to do anything to make Andrew uncomfortable, he resisted the urge to reach out and touch. Once again it felt like Andrew could see inside his head as he reached out tug at Robby’s wrist. Robby inhaled sharply when Andrew placed his hand on the top of his head. His fingers tightened in the soft curls when Andrew sank down until Robby nudged at the back of his throat.
“Fuck!” Robby was pretty sure he shouted that time but holy shit, how could he not? He watched in utter fascination when Andrew swallowed around him. For someone who claimed he had little experience, Andrew was unreal.
As if determined to drive Robby out of his mind, wide blown hazel eyes flicked back up to catch his own. A shudder rippled down Robby’s spine as his gut tightened. He could feel himself getting closer and closer to edge and the way that Andrew was bobbing his head at the same rhythm as he jerked his hand was not making it any easier for Robby to stave off his orgasm. He groaned when the other man paused to suckle over the head of his cock before licking up every drop of precome.
To make things worse, Andrew groaned at the taste. The vibrations felt incredible on Robby’s cock and it was impossible to keep his hips front jerking slightly. “Shit,” Robby muttered when he both felt and heard Andrew gag at the sudden thrust. “Shit baby, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”
He tried to pull at Andrew’s hair to coax him off so he could catch his breath but instead of allowing himself to be moved, Andrew growled low in his throat before resuming the steady pace that he was bobbing his head up and down. If that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing that had ever happen to Robby in his life, he would willingly give up his medical license. Hell, maybe he should do that anyway so he could stay home like this all the time.
“Andrew, fuck baby, I’m so close,” Robby warned, wanting to give the other man a chance to pull away even if that was the last thing Robby wanted.
Instead of pulling back, Andrew doubled down. His free hand fell to gently roll Robby’s balls as he continued to jack his cock and bob his head. Seeing the other man hollow his cheeks as he sucked was what finally pushed Robby over the edge. Robby did his best to keep still as his release rushed through him, but despite how hard he tried, his hips jerked in small thrusts.
The urge to shut his eyes and just ride out the waves of pressure was strong but he didn’t want to miss a second of the hungry way that Andrew was watching him. He could feel Andrew swallow down his release as he suckled over the tip, working Robby through the after shocks of his orgasm. When the touch got to be too much for his overly sensitive cock, Robby slid his hand down to cup Andrew’s jaw.
“Fuck baby,” Robby breathed, his voice still a little shaky as he tried to catch his breath. As Andrew pulled back, a thin line of spit connected his lips to Robby’s cock. He didn’t know why he found the sight so fucking sexy, but Robby’s cock still have a half hearted twitch of interest. “You are unfairly good at that. Come here.”
With the slightest pressure to the back of Andrew’s neck, he got to his feet. Placing his hands on the back of the couch just above Robby’s shoulders, Andrew bent down until he was little more than an inch from Robby. “I don’t know Mike, I might need some practice. Think you could help with that?”
Robby’s brain went completely blank at the idea of many more repeat performances. What a great fucking idea. “I think I could make a little time for that,” he replied with a smirk.
“Yeah? You gonna pencil me in, doc?” Andrew smiled his crooked grin as he huffed a laugh.
Overcome with emotion, Robby pulled Andrew the last small distance to capture his lips in a kiss. When Robby licked over Andrew’s lower lip, he had to bite back a moan. The taste of his release, salty and little bitter, was strong as he explored Andrew’s mouth. Would Andrew taste the same? Either way, Robby was eager to find out. Andrew hummed when Robby sucked on his tongue. It felt impossible but he was already starting to chub up again.
With the option of a second round, Robby was eager to finally get the rest of Andrew’s clothes off. So, without breaking the kiss, he moved to fumble with the button of Andrew’s jeans. He just popped it open when Andrew suddenly jerked away. There was a wild look in his eyes where he looked down at Robby.
“Are you okay Andrew?” Robby asked, concerned but also confused at what had gone wrong.
Andrew’s eyes darted around to the open floor plan kitchen behind the couch. Looking for escape routes. Robby had seen that look before in vets and trauma victims but it killed him to see it on his boyfriend. He desperately wanted to reach out and place a calming hand on Andrew but he didn’t want to spook the other man more than he already was.
When Andrew still didn’t respond, Robby tried again. He leaned forward and looked up, wishing to a god he no longer believed in that he wasn’t naked for this. “Hey, can you look at me sweetheart?”
After a beat, Andrew took a shuddering breath before looking down to meet Robby’s gaze once again. There was something guarded yet vulnerable from the furrow in his brow, the grief in his eyes, and the way his lips were slightly pursed. Like someone trying desperately to hold themselves together. “I should go make breakfast, knowing you, you probably haven’t eaten at all today.”
Well that was a very clear deflection. Robby rubbed the back of his neck, trying to think of the right thing to say. “I think we should maybe talk,” he started before switching to a more joking tone. “Besides you didn’t get to come and I would really like to rectify that.”
At the attempt at a joke, Andrew took a quick step back and shook his head. “No, uh I’m fine Mike,” he mumbled before reaching down to redo the button of his jeans.
Something niggled at the back of Robby’s mind, remembering how Andrew had been quick to get away when they’d been intimate a few weeks ago. After finding his clean underwear, Robby had been suspecting that the other man had lied about coming in his pants, and now this? Had Andrew even gotten hard this whole time?
When they’d been grinding against each other on the back porch, Robby hadn’t felt anything pressing back against him. He couldn’t be sure about after Andrew had gone down to his knees though. Fuck, he’d been too caught up in his own pleasure that he had no idea if Andrew had really felt the same. Talk about being an asshole.
“Andrew, you know you can talk to me if something is wrong right?” Robby kept his voice gentle, hoping that the other man could tell how much he meant it. A small frown pulled at Andrew’s lips which was not reassuring in the slightest.
“You might want to take a shower while I cook,” Andrew suggested, taking another step back as he evaded the question once again. “I was thinking of making omelets, they’re your favorite right?”
Sighing, Robby scrubbed a hand over his face before nodding. It was clear he wasn’t getting answers any time soon. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
Andrew looked relieved as Robby dropped the topic. He started walking off towards the kitchen, stooping to grab his shirt from the floor as he passed it. Resigning himself to wait until Andrew was comfortable enough to open up, Robby pushed to his feet. He grabbed his own clothes before trudging towards the bedroom. As he stepped through the door he heard the click of the pilot light on the stove trying to light. While he knew he couldn’t force Andrew to talk to him, Robby vowed that he’d get to the bottom of this.