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you already have a headache, my love. if you’re bored, you’re welcome to read a book.

she’s making you soup and it’s soo good, but all you want is ice cream :(( you’re craving sweets so bad and she ends up throwing out everything with a whiff of sugar because you keep sneaking it when she’s out. omg she wouldn’t even let you have the yummy cherry flavored cough drops, she’d get you bitter ginger ones that you spit out in anger.

well, that wasn’t very mature, now, was it? after all i’ve been doing?

she cuts you some slack when she sees how teary-eyed you are, but she’s still unwrapping another gross cough drop and pressing it to your tongue.

i love u fiona but theres no way in hell this woman is straight

I personally think kid trinity had a fat crush on Ms. Frizzle from Magic School Bus (nerd). And when a drunk Trinity revealed this during a game of truth or dare with the Pittlings, they just knew that they had stumbled upon a gold mine of blackmail. Older woman? Curly hair? Super intelligent? Teacher? Caring? Attentive? Dare I say motherly? Possibly neurodivergent?

(Most Pitt staff agree that Al hashimi is most likely undiagnosed on the spectrum bc the patient passports, meticulous attention to detail and procedures, lack of awareness of personal space, intense bordering on uncomfortable eye contact that feels like a forced habit? Just saying….)

The next day, a hung over Trinity is awkwardly apologizing to Al Hashimi for being tired and unfocused. Her ears are red, she can’t hold eye contact with those piercing brown doe eyes that are peering into her soul and her snark has died down into a puppy’s whimper. Coincidentally Baran has her hair down that day and her curls are staticky due to the humidity in the air.

Behind them the Pittlings are donning ear to ear grins and when Dr. Al Hashimi walks away with a departing pat to Trinity’s shoulders, they pounce.

“Hmm Dr. Al Hashimi’s hair is really pretty today don’t you think Trinity? All frizzy?”

Victoria grins evilly her eyes glinting at Trinity. Dennis snorts in glee.

“Shut it Crash” Trinity grits out, turning around and marching away with as much dignity as she could manage. She was too hungover for this.

Fucking tequila.

baran extends vulnerability in hopes that it'll be matched, but trinity's not equipped for that. she closes herself off, snaps like a cornered dog. and baran is soft. she's sensitive. she likes to pretend nothing gets to her, but it does, and it hurts. it hurts when she knows trinity is hurting, but all her girl does is shove her away. making her feel unneeded, unwanted. realistically, baran knows trinity wants her, but trinity doesn't make it easy to feel.

baran likes words. likes verbal affirmations that she's loved. trinity can hardly choke them out on her better days, preferring actions instead. and it's hard, at first, when baran is murmuring I love you into trinity's mouth, and trinity kisses her again to avoid saying it back. it's hard for trinity, when she conjures up a bouquet of flowers that she knows are baran's favorite, and baran smiles so big but trinity can tell she's a little disappointed that there's no note nestled in-between the petals.

gradually, though, they learn each other's languages. baran starts quietly taking care of trinity in other ways, having her favorite energy drink in hand when she comes to work, pointedly not scolding her for drinking them (yet.) her girl feeling safe and accepted where she's at is what's important, they'll work out health later. and in that safety, that trinity doesn't have to be perfect to be loved, her guard lowers.

He's so used to being looked over and slipping through the cracks within his own family, which means he has all the time in the world to observe, catalogue, and care about the people who do give him the time of day.

On the day Jack is going to visit his wife, Dennis brings him a bouquet of lilies of the valley and chrysanthemums. Jack only mentioned once, offhand, when he was sure no one was paying attention, that they were his wife’s favorites when she was alive.

When he visits her grave, he’s crying for more than one reason. Because he’ll always miss her, and he’s somehow found a way to move on with two amazing men, and Dennis is so sweet and attentive already. He wonders if it’s so early to call this warm feeling love.

Robby loves having quiet time to decompress after shifts, tough or not. Dennis never really had anyone to talk to during his years at college, but he noticed how Jack made sure to be extra quiet after Robby came home and gave him space. Now, minutes before the man arrives, Dennis puts their duvet covers in the dryer to warm them up so theyre nice and toasty.

He has a cup of Robby’s favorite calming tea on standby and a few finger foods so he can get some nourishment. Robby receives a nice kiss from Dennis and Jack before they leave him be, and the shower is already running at his preferred temperature, allowing him to feel the love that surrounds him, not just from Jack anymore.

Trinity loves physical contact. But she hates it when you mention that she wants physical contact. If she slides in way too close on their couch when there’s plenty of room, Dennis doesn’t comment and simply leans his head against hers. If they're walking and she links their arms together, he presses in closer.

People at the Pitt soon learn there’s no reason to have two chairs put out for them because they’re gonna find a way to squeeze into one. Yes, Dennis can feel the arm of the chair digging into his left lung and Trinity’s elbow digging into his right, but she looks relaxed, so he’ll power through it.

Dana is a foodie. Dennis saw it in the way she would be one of the first people to try anything new that entered the staff room. Her job is thankless and beyond stressful, and he'll be damned if he didn't show her any appreciation. His mother had painstakingly taught him each and every one of her recipes, and over the years, he had perfected them while adding his own twist.

The red velvet brownies with cream cheese frosting he brings her have her experiencing a new plane of life the moment they hit her taste buds. She was a fool to share it, because now she has to hide any of the sweets Dennis gives her from the grubby hands of her coworkers.

the first time he was a little nervous, turning to trinity and asking, “hey, is it cool if i like… lay on the floor?”

“umm, sure? i don’t care, man.”

it becomes one of those behaviors of his that trinity deems slightly weird. eventually she gets used to it, and doesn’t even bat an eye when she has to step over him, sprawled across the kitchen floor, to get to the fridge. sometimes he falls asleep, most times it’s just for the comforting familiarity.

baran, however, does not have the same knowledge, and one afternoon, about 2 months into dating trinity, she opens the apartment door with trinity in tow carrying groceries. that’s when she finds dennis inexplicably laying loose-limbed along the living room floor.

immediately considering the worst, a habit she’s picked up since working at the pitt, she braces herself to face whatever may be wrong with him. looking back at trinity, she whispers, “don’t go in there… let me take care of this.” locking the door behind her, baran anxiously creeps towards dennis’s slack body.

confounded and worried, trinity sets down the bags and searches for the spare key under the mat. then, she cracks the door open to peek inside and sees the scene playing out. silently laughing to herself, she sneaks up behind baran, who’s about to check for a pulse, and gently tosses a loaf of bread at dennis. it lands right on his sternum, and he’s suddenly resurrected.

simultaneously, baran and dennis sigh out the words, “what the fuck.” baran out of confusion, dennis out of annoyance.

unable to hold her laughter back anymore, trinity starts heading to the hallway to get the rest of groceries, “we got white bread for the white boy!”