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When rumors that Dennis and Robby have broken up spread throughout the ED, no one can believe it. Not with the way they were pining for each other for months following Dennis' return to the ED for his intern year and the year and a half they had been together since.
Yet, when they put the pieces together, it's hard not to notice the difference in the last few days.
The couple had always kept it professional at work. Robby had done his best not to show any extra favorability towards Dennis. Maintaining his mentor/teacher persona, he guided him through procedures and discussed and treated patients together as they always had.
The first noticeable difference was the way their eyes always found each other, softening in an instant once they met. Whether it was from across a patient they were treating or on opposite sides of the department, their eyes always found each other. It had always helped ground Dennis when he got stressed over trying to figure out what was wrong with a patient, allowing himself to take a deep breath and refocus. Robby was no different. When his frustrations ran high from neglectful parents or pressures from higher-ups, he could always count on finding Dennis' eyes through the crowded ER to calm himself down. The gentleness, the love, the soft smile that followed—it did wonders for them. And when they lost a patient, they found comfort in each other's eyes as well. The mutual grief they shared reminded them that they were not alone in the feeling.
The second was their lingering touches. Robby's shoulder touches back when Dennis was a med student were already known to anyone with eyes to see. Jack had the unfortunate luck of the draw of having to talk to him about it when he finally saw just how often Robby was doing it outside of the rumors he had been hearing. It had happened a week before Dennis' emergency medicine rotation was coming to an end.
Following that discussion, Robby had made sure to keep his hands to himself, forcing them into his pockets whenever he was near the med student lest he get the urge to touch him. He had done the same when Dennis returned for his intern year, replacing his previous touches with words of encouragement and praise. Though he did let himself at least fist bump him, arguing with himself that it was strictly professional encouragement and not because it was the most he could do without the rumor mill churning back up. Don't get him wrong, he loves a good gossip, just not when it involves him. When the two had finally gotten together, Dennis had not only admitted that he noticed when Robby stopped touching him, but that he missed it and was actively seeking it when he came back. Sure, the praise definitely had an effect on him, but he yearned for his touch like no other.
When they were together, Robby allowed himself to touch Dennis at work again. It was little at first, a shoulder pat here and there. As time went on, it grew to pulling the younger towards him by a hand at where his neck turns into his shoulder, quick, gentle shoulder massages when he noticed Dennis was stressed, or a hand at his lower back just cause. The rumors, though, easily had their confirmation once Dennis had started touching him back. A hand on his forearm to get his attention, briefly covering Robby's hand with his own when they were forced to split from where they were leaning on the Hub, looking up at the board or discussing a patient's status, or a hand grabbing Robby's when he noticed he was tense.
It also didn't take long for everyone to notice the shift in Robby's mood when Dennis was working that day or how easily Dennis was able to calm Robby down with a gentle caress or soft words.
Which was why it was also equally easy for everyone to notice when they had broken up.
They began to avoid each other. Dennis actively volunteering to help out in triage so as to limit their interactions. They avoided each other's eyes, and when they did end up meeting, their eyes held so much sadness and hurt in them noticeable by anyone nearby. Dennis opting to go to Dr. McKay or Mel for questions or encouraging a med student to ask Robby for him instead. Only going to Robby himself when absolutely necessary and even so, avoiding eye contact and keeping it brief. Equally, Robby avoided calling Dennis over for traumas. Dennis would still go on his own accord if he was nearby, but Robby would only directly call for him if no one else was available.
Then, of course, it was the change in Robby's mood. Surprisingly, he was not more ill-tempered or hot-headed. More devastatingly, he was sad. Distracted at times. His eyes showed an ever-present sadness in them that only deepened when he caught a glimpse of Dennis, losing focus on who was talking to him or what he was doing. His first shift, the next day, after the breakup, he was so down and out of it that Dana had taken him to the side and practically forced it out of him. She assured him that she would try to quell the rumor mill for as long as she could, but she did end up telling Jack when he had come in an hour early for his shift, worried when Robby looked even worse.
The day after, Dennis had noticed him in the staff lounge through the window in the door. He was only passing by when he caught a glimpse of him. Anyone else would've assumed it was someone else, but Dennis knew it was him, he'd spent too much time looking for him through the crowded ER in the past not to. He sees him with his head down on the table, his arms cradling his head. Even if someone could tell it was him, they'd probably assume that he was just tired. But Dennis knows. He sees the subtle shake in his shoulders. There's an ache in his chest and guilt that washes over him at the sight. He wants so badly to go in and comfort him. It was second nature for him, comforting him when his depression got the better of him. Reassuring him, wiping away his tears. But he knows he would only cause Robby more pain if he walked in.
He moves away quickly when he sees Robby lift his head up. He was facing the wall, but he didn't want there to be any chance of Robby turning his head and seeing him through the window. He makes it to the restroom, locking the door behind him when he makes sure there's no one else in it, allowing for the tears to well up in his eyes. His own pain at the breakup has still been present since, he's barely been able to stuff it back into the farthest part of his brain at work.
When Dennis had gotten home after leaving Robby's place, Trinity could tell immediately that something was wrong. Not even daring to joke or tease. He had burst into tears the moment Trinity had gotten close, allowing himself to be led to their squeaky, barely comfortable couch. He had cried into her arms, letting himself be cradled. He might've been the one to have broken it off, but he couldn't deny that it hurt.
He could barely let out any words to explain what had happened through his sobs. Trinity shushes him, letting him get his sobs out first. And so he does, crying into her shoulder as she attempts to soothe him with a hand on his back. She's honestly never been good at this. Comforting others. Her defenses has her pushing people away from her, whether physically or with hurtful words, when she gets hurt. Dennis had been able to push back, get her to open up more, but it was still difficult for her. Still, she does her best to comfort him. Willfully ignoring her instincts to push away from anything perceived as vulnerability.
Once Dennis' tears have come to a halt, he feels exhausted. His eyes hurt from crying, and he wants to lie down. Not that he thinks he'll be less exhausted in the morning anyway. He makes himself explain everything to Trinity after they separate.
It had barely been an argument, a heated disagreement maybe. They've had disagreements before, but this wasn't like those times. They were standing in the space between the couch and the kitchen. There was some distance between them, with Dennis having just cleaned up after dinner and Robby having previously been sifting through streaming services on the TV for something to watch. The remote was still in his hand as he spoke, but he was no longer facing the TV.
Robby had blurted something out, stopping Dennis in his tracks both mentally and physically. He stepped back, got quiet, and tilted his head down, curling into himself as much as he could while he stood there. He felt the dining chair behind him dig slightly into his back. Robby realized what he said immediately, even before he noticed the way Dennis had cowered away from him. He had started to apologize, telling him that he didn't mean it, but it was too late for Dennis.
There was a part of him that knew that Robby really didn't mean it. That the loving, caring, sweet Robby in the time he knew him would never intentionally say that after everything he knew about Dennis' past. But at the same time, he couldn't ignore the pain he felt from hearing it come from his mouth. His words echo in his head, with the same inflection as how Robby said it.
"Please, baby," Robby begged, making careful steps towards him but still keeping a considerable amount of distance between them, "I didn't mean it. I don't know why I said it. I'm so-"
"And yet, you did," Dennis shot back. His hurt turned into anger.
He doesn't say much else, but he sees the way his following words pain Robby. There's a part of himself that regrets it immediately. He's not being harsh or mean, but he knows it's still affecting Robby. Yet, his own pain is clouding his mind at the moment. His judgement, his thinking. He can't think straight, only letting his pain guide the words coming out of his mouth.
"Maybe this isn't going to work," Dennis says finally after everything else.
Robby, who had cowered his head, letting Dennis speak before, tilts his head back up at that. His eyes are wide in shock as tears begin to well up, but he doesn't say anything. Doesn't dare to. He wants to beg Dennis to give him another chance. Dennis half-expects it, but it never comes. He instead tilts his head back down, staring at the floor beneath him.
Dennis stands there for a moment longer before he gathers his things. He goes to the bedroom, grabbing the spare clothes he'd left in the closet for when he would stay over, shoving them into his backpack. When he returns, Robby is still in the same spot, but he looks up at Dennis when he hears him shrug on the straps of his backpack. He goes towards the opposite end of the couch from where Robby is standing to grab the jacket he had left there, tossed over the back of the couch.
He takes a glimpse at Robby when he does, and then a final one as he's just about to close the front door.
Still in the same spot, teary-eyed, Robby lets out a small, "I'm sorry."
Dennis hears it, and it breaks his heart. Despite his hurt, there's still a part of him that desperately wants to run over to him. Apologize, tell him he didn't mean it, console him. Yet, he forces himself to close the door and walk away. He tries not to cry on the crowded bus back to the apartment.
He regretted it immediately the day after. He wanted to so desperately run back to Robby, apologize profusely, beg him to take him back, but Trinity had stopped him.
"The breakup is fresh, it's normal to miss him," Trinity tries to reassure him as they sit on their couch after work, watching something they've already tuned out of.
But Dennis is not convinced. Maybe it was illogical to break up just like that. He knew deep down that Robby would've never meant it. Knew that in the time they had been together, Robby had been nothing but understanding, supportive, and caring. His words still echo in his head, but it's not as loud. Not as painful.
Trinity senses his hesitation before saying, "Just give yourself a couple more days to think about it, yeah?"
Dennis at least nods at that.
"If you want to get back with him, at least make sure you're one hundred percent sure of it."
Dennis nods once more.
On day four, Dennis has the day off. Resorting to wasting away, lying in bed. As time had gone on and as he has felt the ache in his heart whenever he saw Robby at work, his regret builds more and more. But he's not even sure Robby would even take him back. Maybe he shouldn't even try.
He's about to wallow in his thoughts once more before he feels his phone vibrate next to him on the bed. He picks it up immediately, only to be slightly disappointed that it's only Trinity. She didn't have the fortune of having today off as well.
Trinity
hey, i just got a notif that a package for me got delivered, can you check?
Whitaker
sure
He begrudgingly gets up before making his way to the front door. He opens it and peeks out only to find no package outside. He sighs, knowing that he'll probably have to check the mail room. He steps into his shoes, pulling out the backs of them, as he grabs his keys and locks the front door behind him. Making his way to the elevator and down to the first floor. As he walks to the mail room, he's looking down at his keys to find the one for their mailbox. He stops in his tracks when he sees it.
In the past few days, he had been going to and from work with Trinity, who had been the one to lock up before they left and open the door when they came back. He always took his keys in case, but realizes then that he's not actually looked at them since. Since the breakup. In his hand, he holds Robby's house key. He had given it to him barely a few months into them dating. They had been planning since a few months ago on Dennis moving in with him once Victoria found the right time to move out of her parents' house, taking his room.
He hadn't even had the strength to tell her about the breakup yet. He doesn't see her as often anymore since she's been doing her residency in emergency psychiatry. Though, if the rumor mill at work right now is anything to go by, he wouldn't be surprised if she finds out on her own soon enough.
He clutches the key in his hand, mourning the late nights up with Robby, watching movies or shows or dancing together as Robby plays one of his vinyls. The calm mornings filled with gentle kisses, the meals cooked together, and the peaceful moments in the early evening when they're out on the balcony watching as people go by. He remembers grinning ear to ear at the thought of being able to do all of that and more every day with him. Now it brings a sharp pain to his chest, stabbing him straight in the heart.
His feet start up again after a moment, taking in a deep breath, and he does find her package in their mailbox, taking the rest of the mail that's in there before making his way back up to their apartment. He sets it all down on their entryway table before pulling out his phone. He hesitates over Robby's contact. He knows that Robby also has today off.
Would he even want to see me?
He pushes through his hesitation as he goes to his message conversation with him. Typing then erasing, then typing once more.
Dennis
hey, I just realized I still have your house key. I can come by in a bit to drop it off.
He holds his breath anxiously awaiting a response. After a couple of minutes, he does see that Robby has read the message, but he doesn't immediately respond, not even any bubbles to show that he's typing. He waits longer, but a response never comes. He's not sure if he should go without one, but eventually decides that if Robby isn't home or doesn't answer, he can always hide it and tell him where he put it.
He gets himself ready, washing his face and brushing his teeth for the first time today despite it being past noon. He changes his clothes too, opting out of his loose shirt and sweatpants for some dark grey jeans and a shirt Trinity had convinced him to buy at the thrift shop. It's not a crop top really, but the hem stops just below the button on his jeans, and if he were to raise his arms all the way up, it would expose much of his smooth abdomen.
He checks his phone once more before leaving. No response. He sighs before leaving the apartment, locking it before making his way down to the first floor once again. This time, heading out of the building and towards the bus stop. It's a fifteen-minute bus ride and a five-minute walk to Robby's. He's thankful for the calm breeze that does wonders to wipe away any of his nervous sweat. He wants to back out, turn back around, make the trek back to the apartment on foot if he has to. Yet, his feet still move him forward towards Robby's until he finds himself in front of his door.
He ponders briefly if he should just place the key somewhere near, ring the doorbell, and then run away. He frowns at that thought. He can do this. He's an adult for crying out loud. He takes a deep breath in before knocking on the door. He doesn't have to wait long before he hears the door unlock from inside and sees the door open to none other than Robby himself.
He's in some sweatpants and one of his band t-shirts he wears when lounging around the house. As he looks up at his face, he sees that sadness in his eyes that has guilt crawling underneath his skin. There's something else as well, longing, he thinks.
"..hi"
"Hey."
They look at each other for a moment before Dennis remembers why he's here. He pulls out his key chain from his pocket and unhooks Robby's key. He lets himself stare at it for a brief moment, mourning the meanings behind it, before reluctantly handing it to Robby. Their hands touch briefly, and it affects both of them. Robby forces himself to be the first to pull away and place the key on his entryway table before turning back to Dennis. Dennis still feels how his fingers felt on his own, the feeling lingering. He wants to say something, and Robby can tell, giving him the space and patience to do so. He always did that. Dennis doesn't know where to start.
"How have you been?" He decides on. It's a dumb question, really, anyone could tell how he's been doing, and the answer would be an overwhelming not good.
"I-I've-," Robby hesitates, deciding if he should answer truthfully or not. "I've been better. I'm hanging in there. You don't have to worry about me."
Dennis shifts in the spot he's standing in. He does worry. He can't help but worry.
"How about you?" Robby asks in.
"I'm-," now it's Dennis' turn to hesitate. What is he meant to say? That the guilt is eating him alive. That he wakes up, expecting to feel Robby's arms wrapped around him, only to be met by the cold nothingness. That he wishes he could turn back time and take back everything he's said. Smack himself on the head and tell his overthinking, panicking mind to shut up. "I'm doing okay." He settles on.
They both know they're both lying.
They stay there in silence for another moment. Eyes avoiding each other. Robby is the first to break it.
"I'm planning on moving to another hospital."
"What?" Dennis questions in shock, tilting his head up to look at him, "Why?"
"What do you mean, why?" Robby retorts, "We can barely work together."
"Then it should be me that moves. I-I can-"
"No," Robby says in a tone that means he's already finalized his decision and won't be easily persuaded otherwise, "you're good at what you do, they need you."
"We need you too," Dennis argues back. He's not yelling, but he's not willing to back down. "You're chief of the department, you're far more important than I've ever be there."
"You're very important, Dennis. You'll do great things, I'm sure of it."
"You don't get to decide this."
"Why can't I?"
"Because-," Dennis falters. He doesn't know what to say. Actually, it's that he does, but he doesn't know if he should. "Because as much as it hurts to see you every day, the thought of never seeing you again feels worse than death."
He doesn't even register that he's said it out loud until he hears Robby breathe in sharply. When he looks up, he sees how glossy Robby's eyes look and realizes that his own are no different.
"I-I'm sorry," Dennis quickly says after no response. He brings his head down, fidgeting with his fingers.
A silence stretches over them for longer. Dennis' mind is going a mile a minute and yet at the same time, provides him nothing to say. In that time, Dennis forces himself to accept this. He doesn't like the thought of Robby leaving at all, but maybe it is for the best.
"If you do move, could you at least let me know when your last day is?" He asks hesitantly, close to pleading. Finally gaining enough courage to look back up at him. Their eyes find each other instantly.
"Sure," Robby says after a beat.
It looks like that might be the end of their conversation. Dennis feels as if it is, but his feet stay planted on the ground. There's a question at the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't know if he should ask it. Doesn't know if he's even allowed to anymore. Robby senses that there's something else and lets the silence hang over them, not wanting to interrupt him.
He hesitates for what feels like hours, fingers fidgeting once more before he finally forces himself to blurt it out.
"Can I kiss you?"
Robby is momentarily stunned at his request. When he doesn't get a response, Dennis is about to step back and apologize once more for even asking, ready to run away. Run all the way back to the apartment if he needs to and scream into his pillow until his crying all over again, passing out from exhaustion.
"Yes," Robby says, and it's Dennis' turn to look surprised.
Robby moves away from the door and towards him, and Dennis finds himself taking one step forward. Their lips meet, but so do their hands on each other. Robby easily cups his left cheek with his right hand as if it's second nature, as Dennis braces his hands on his shoulders. The kiss is soft and hesitant, and they separate not long after. But Dennis still clings to him. Gripping his shoulders as he rests his head on Robby's chest.
He can't do this. He can't- He can't let him go.
Tears threaten to fall as he feels Robby's hand move to gently tilt his head up by his chin. Dennis lets him move him easily. Robby reconnects their lips, and Dennis kisses him hard. As if he's afraid he'll never get the chance again.
Robby swipes his tongue against his lips, and Dennis grants him access, licking into his mouth as well. He has one hand on the side of Robby's neck with the other carding through his hair at the back of his head. Robby's make their way lower, one at his bare waist thanks to his not-crop top riding up and the other gripping at his ass. Dennis moans into the kiss, he feels a familiar wetness in between his legs.
Robby breaks the kiss, an apology ready on his lips for getting lost in the moment and losing control, but Dennis chases his lips, reconnecting them once more.
"Please," he begs against his lips before bringing them together again.
It's enough to weaken all of Robby's resolve, guiding him into the house, not once breaking their kiss. He pushes the door closed once they're in and crowds Dennis against it, locking the door before moving to kiss Dennis' neck. He sucks hard at the skin, causing Dennis to let out a whine. They've always been on the cautious side with marks, either making sure they're hidden well or not doing them at all. This time, though, he sucks hard at the side of his neck, wanting to make sure the mark is visible. If this is the last time he can have Dennis like this, he wants him to be remembered for at least a while longer. Dennis doesn't seem to have any qualms about it, moaning as he does, carding his fingers through Robby's hair once more for support.
With his other hand, he moves it down to palm at Robby's already hard cock through his sweatpants. Robby groans at the feeling, moving back up to meet Dennis' lips. He guides Dennis to the bedroom, gently placing him on the bed. Dennis' fingers frantically move to unbutton his jeans, and Robby helps guide them off his legs along with his boxers. He pulls off his own shirt before kneeling in between Dennis' legs.
"God," Robby exclaims, gripping gently at his shirt. "You are so fucking hot in this."
He pulls it off in exchange for having access to Dennis' nipples, sucking on them hungrily.
Dennis can feel that he is dripping wet in between his legs, no doubt already wetting the sheets underneath him. Robby spreads his legs open gently to make more room for himself. Moving down to place kisses on Dennis' stomach, trailing down to his thighs. As his kisses reach his inner thigh, Dennis can't help but squirm in the pleasure and anticipation. Robby takes a final look up at Dennis before licking up from where he's leaking, through his folds and up to his small cock. He groans at the taste of Dennis on his tongue before sucking at Dennis' cock.
He's not had bottom surgery, so his cock is closer to just an enlarged clit, but Robby worships it nonetheless. It has Dennis moaning out at the pleasure, using his right hand to lightly grip at the hair on top of Robby's head. Robby alternates between eating him out and sucking on a cock, spending more time on the latter as he knows Dennis likes it more. Dennis is moaning and cursing loud, he's close to coming, but he knows it's not enough. He needs just a bit more. Like clockwork, Robby inserts two fingers inside of them, thrusting them in, hitting that one spot inside him each time. Dennis comes twice on his fingers and mouth like this.
When Robby finally lets up, Dennis is downright soaking, his wetness sticking to his inner thighs and on Robby's chin. Robby dips down once more to leave a few fleeting licks and kisses before wiping his mouth and chin with the back of his hand. He moves up over Dennis to reconnect their lips, and Dennis moans into it, tasting himself. He breaks the kiss to have Robby lie down on the bed as he climbs on top of him. He helps remove Robby's sweatpants and boxers in one go, his mouth salivating at the sight of his erect cock standing proud against his stomach.
He places a hand on the base of his cock to guide it into his mouth, bobbing his head up and down the shaft, using his hand to stroke what he can't fit. His hand stills for a moment at the base as he relaxes his throat, allowing him to take more of his cock. He feels Robby's cock hit the back of his throat and moans at the feeling, using his other hand to fondle with Robby's balls. Robby praises him as if his brain cells are being sucked out through his cock by Dennis.
"Take me so well, God, fuck!" He moans out through his heavy breathing. He feels Dennis suck him hard and do something with his tongue that has him seeing stars. He has to tell Dennis to pull off lest he come before he gets to fuck him.
Robby sits up as Dennis goes on his elbows and knees, arching his back slightly to tilt his ass towards Robby. Robby praises the sight of him like this, hands grabbing his cheeks, pulling them apart to see where Dennis is dripping. He thumbs at it, basking in the moan Dennis lets out as the tease, before removing it. Trading it for lining his cock up, pressing in slowly. He's just a little above average, but he's thick. He always makes sure to get Dennis to come at least once, usually twice, on his tongue and fingers so he's loose for him.
Robby groans at the feeling of Dennis engulfing his length entirely. It takes everything in him to not come instantly. Dennis moans at the feeling as well, cursing as he feels the way his cock slides against his insides so deliciously. He lets Dennis adjust once he bottoms out, also using it as a breather. After a few moments, once he knows Dennis is ready to continue, he's thrusting in and out. He keeps a slow pace at first until he sees Dennis push back into him, wanting more. He picks up his pace, setting a steady speed, thrusting hard all the way in, punching a moan out of Dennis each time. His hands grip his hips for leverage, groaning at the thought of his fingers leaving marks there as well.
He's forced to pull out and lean back onto the back of his legs, not wanting to come yet. Not wanting this to end just yet.
Dennis turns over, lying on his back instead, staring up into Robby's eyes. A hand reaches out to stroke Robby's cock, and Robby moans at the feeling. He moves to line his cock back up, and Dennis lets go, opting instead to grip his shoulders, wrapping his legs around Robby's waist. In this position, Robby hits that spot inside him with every thrust. Dennis can't help but moan and curse out loud, dumbly begging for more, drunk on Robby's cock.
"Please, please, please!"
"You like it when I fuck you?"
"Yes, fuck! Yes, more!"
His moans turn high-pitched as he nears his third orgasm. He strokes his small cock with his right hand as he feels Robby pick up his pace.
"Fuck, baby, I'm going to cum."
"Cum- cum inside me."
They come together, Robby finishing inside him.
Their lips are mere millimeters apart as they pant into each other's mouths. Dennis isn't sure who breaks the distance, connecting their lips despite having to separate often to catch their breath. Once they do, they kiss long and hard, Dennis wrapping his arms around him tightly, not wanting him to let go.
"I love you," Dennis says, breaking their kiss. "I love you. I love you so much. I'm so so sorry."
"He-hey-hey," Robby tries to reassure him, "I'm sorry. I hurt you. I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean it at all. I'm sorry. I love you."
Tears well up in Dennis' eyes. "I hurt you, too. I'm so sorry. This last week was so hard. I'm sorry."
They kiss once more, tears falling from both of their eyes.
"If you'll have me, I want to do better. I never want to hurt you like that again."
"Me too," Dennis says with a soft smile.
They kiss again, then again until Robby's forced to pull out from oversensitivity.
He lets himself become mesmerized at the way his cum drips out of him. He's always loved seeing it. Using a finger to dip into the cum and push it back inside Dennis, causing him to whine out.
It's then that Robby realizes something.
"Shit, baby, do you need Plan B?"
Dennis looks at him, bewildered. He's always been good at taking his birth control since they started dating, even though he's been on testosterone, why would he think he- Oh.
"I never stopped taking my birth control," Dennis reveals.
Robby leans up to place a hard kiss on his lips.
When they go to work two days later, they walk in together. The eyes at their backs barely register as they fall into their old routine of Dennis handing his coffee to Robby to hold alongside his own as he puts in the code for his locker and places his backpack inside. Taking his own coffee back and grabbing Robby's so he can take off his jacket to hang it in the locker, closing it once he's done and grabbing his coffee back.
They're discussing something as they walk towards the Hub that causes them both to chuckle, gaining the attention of Dana and Jack, who had been discussing something privately before shifting their gaze towards the two. They unconsciously match each other in crossing their arms, unsure about the sight in front of them. When the couple is forced to separate because Dennis is being called over by one of the med students, Dennis pats a hand on the other's shoulder, smiling up at him before handing his coffee to him to leave at his workstation and following the med student. Robby smiles as he watches him walk away, before turning and finally noticing the duo.
He tries his best to ignore them, setting down the two coffees until he hears Dana speak.
"No more trouble in paradise, I take it?"
"Nope," Robby responds with a smile.
"Good, because you had us worried, and you know how we feel about having to worry about you," she says lightheartedly. In reality, she's smiling widely.