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Jack nodded. “You’re not going anywhere tonight, maybe not even tomorrow. They’re saying the storm is just getting worse.”
Robby nodded.
“I’m running you a warm bath and getting you dry clothes. And then, maybe, we can talk about whatever caused you to run before.”
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31 Dec 2025
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don't follow, valley so hollow by maanantai
The Pitt
Robby
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“Hey, thanks,” Abbot said, picking up the coffee cup. “Even if it’s a self-serving gesture, I appreciate it.” He gave John a wide grin—one that went all the way up to his eyes, highlighting his crow's feet—and John’s belly fluttered in response. He could practically feel his heart beating in his chest, and his palms were suddenly clammy.
Well, fuck.
So much for run-of-the-mill hero worship.
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John’s promotion to attending comes with a permanent assignment to the night shift, an extraordinary amount of sugar and caffeine, and an ill-timed crush on Jack Abbot.
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"Struggling with all that time alone to self-reflect already?"
Robby isn't expecting the sudden rush of homesickness that hits him the minute he hears Jack's voice.
He's only been gone a week.
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Robby goes on his motorbike roadtrip/sabbatical and while he looks for purpose out on the road, Jack is often on his mind.
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A rare shared day off gives Jack and Robby the chance for a quiet date in Pittsburgh. Warm drinks, bad jokes, soft hands brushing together on cold sidewalks. But when a mugger steps into their path, Jack’s instincts take over, revealing a fierce, protective side he’s spent years trying to keep buried.
Robby isn’t scared. Not even close. In fact...he is incredibly turned on.
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"You stumbled," Jack corrects him. An echo of their rooftop conversation, only instead of open air and concrete beneath him, a building that's seen life and death and life and death again, it's the blanketed silence of his bathroom, all gleaming white tile and discoloration threatening the corners that catch humidity and hold tight to it and morgue-bright lights. He kept them on. He stared up at the tiles, at their blankness, and had reminded himself over and over that he was home, not in Pedes, not with the bodies. The body.
The air is just as close as it was inside the suit, though humid with water, not with his own breath and tears and panic.
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28 Dec 2025
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sometimes you hear the bullet by crownlessliestheking
The Pitt
Robby