Truly obsessed with pope turning up to the pitt to drop of a charger or something Dennis needed and everyone being verry nervous and concerned and Dennis just like "yay 🌸 Andrew 🌸" and really freaking everyone like what do you mean the wet dog looking on e who always seems like he is about to cry is dating the scariest man I've ever seen
i love popewhit where people from the pitt just sort of don’t get it. i think it’s my fav trope for the rare pair.
dennis had somehow gone through his two spare undershirts in one day, which was a new low, even for him.
it was cold. the ambulance bay let gusts of chilly air into the pitt every time they opened, and dennis needed the extra layer of a long sleeve underneath. his hands were stiff and he would occasionally shiver if he was in a drafty spot. he couldn’t safely treat patients like this.
he didn’t want to inconvenience his boyfriend, but he had to do something.
dennis was leaving a patient bay when he spotted andrew having an intense looking conversation with robby and ahmed. andrew was sort of looking around the two men, but still obviously on alert. pope’s face didn’t exactly brighten when he spotted dennis, but his shoulders dropped and his eyes softened. he gestured at dennis who was practically skipping towards them.
“andrew!” dennis quickly walked over with a bashful smile.
ahmed looked between them suspiciously, “you really know this guy, whitaker?”
dennis stood beside his boyfriend, not being able to help the way he leaned into him, “yeah, he’s dropping me off on an extra shirt.”
robby tilted his head to the side, mentally calculating the variables. sweet, young, overly empathetic intern plus older man with the energy of a junk yard dog….the math didn’t work.
“and he’s…being truthful? about you inviting him?” robby asked.
andrew’s eyes narrowed at the question. he didn’t quite care how he was perceived here, but his boyfriend was sensitive. dennis didn’t like when people were judgemental about pope’s affect. “dennis needed something. i brought it.” andrew dug around in the bag he’d meticulously packed. of course, what he was looking for was right where he thought it would be.
dennis made a happy little hum as he pocketed his favorite flavor of protein bar. “thank you. i needed this.” he laid a quick peck on andrew’s cheek without thinking, not quite realizing that it was a little unprofessional until ahmed widened his eyes.
robby scrutinized the way this andrew character didn’t react at all to the kiss. he shook the thought out of his head. the intern was an adult. robby couldn’t continue to get overly invested in the personal lives of his staff. “whitaker, please inform any visitors you have that they must go through triage to be properly checked in.” robby looked at the unapproved guest pointedly, “sneaking in through the ambulance bay is a security concern.”
dennis fondly rolled his eyes, “what have i told you about sneaking into places?”
“to not do it anymore,” andrew answered. there was a flash of humor on his face only perceptible to dennis.
dennis’s lips quirked up, “i gotta go change. see you tonight?”
“yep,” andrew replied in a way that seemed uncaring, too nonchalant. dennis responded with an unguarded, saccharine look that didn’t help their cause. “bye, den.”
dennis scurried off the go change in a bathroom, robby made sure he was out of sight before focusing back on the interloper. “you know, dr. whitaker is a valued member of this team.”
“he better be.” andrew squared his shoulders, as if bracing for a fight.
ahmed chimed in, “we take security very seriously.”
andrew nodded, checking his surroundings, “i’ll send you a list of your vulnerabilities. i’m not letting dennis work somewhere so easily compromised.” he turned on his heel, adding a flat sounding, “goodbye.”
ahmed and robby stood there stunned as they watched him walk away.
“so…dennis has terrible taste,” ahmed remarked.
robby said in a confused tone, “i thought he was dating that amy girl.”
trinity walked by. “you guys meet andrew?” they nodded. “yeah, i think he’s weird as fuck too. but he fixed my garbage disposal and threatened to kill a guy for me so…”
robby shut his eyes tightly. “that doesn’t make me feel better, at all.”
