☆ F!n¢h -⃝⃤

as i depart this life for the next.

walk with me here. they've been best friends since med school, seen each other through it all. robby was jack's best man, he was there when he came back from deployment without a leg, and he was there to help jack through the grief of losing his wife. and jack has always been the one to talk robby down. he held robby in those weeks. months. years. after adamson died. they've been circling each other's lives incessantly and relentlessly and without fail they are always there to catch each other. and it's love. a love so deep and true and insistent that you can't help but call them soulmates.

i'm imagining jack and robby a couple years after jack's wife has passed. jack asks robby if he wants to move in. jack feels like his house is too big for just one person but he can't bear to leave it. robby's been living in the same little condo for years but he's not all that attached to it. they're over at each other's places all the time anyway. they've always spent so much time to together, but especially these past few years. so robby says yes.

and now they're circling each other that much closer. pulling one another into their orbit that much more. and it's so natural. the way robby works with and around jack's adaptive furniture and home installations. the way robby comes to love the shower seat and the lack of stairs. the way they find themselves cuddled on the couch on a shared night off. or the way robby will come over and lift jack's legs where he's laying down, drape them over his own, and massage the ache from his residual limb. or how jack will nestle in behind robby to rub the tension from his neck-- forever the big spoon regardless of the height difference.

maybe they end up in bed together, needing someone close, needing someone to hold or to be held, needing the feeling of a breath on your shoulder or the sound of a heartbeat against your ear. and it becomes habit. robby's room hasn't seen action in a while, his clothes are just stored there.

and you know people start talking. ("have you heard robby moved in with jack?" "you think they're hooking up?" "i mean you've seen how they look at one another") and maybe jack and robby step back and question it too. ("are we... dating??") but that doesn't quite fit. they love each other, are in love in a lot of ways, but robby would never call jack his boyfriend and jack wasn't all too interested in romance after his wife passed. and maybe they hear one of the med students talking, hear the word "partner" pass between their lips and it clicks. because yeah. that's what they were. partners. in life and in work and in making it through the fucking day. partners. working together, living together, loving together. partners.

See? He’s doing the work he’s in therapy! No need to worry about him! Except he’s malicious compliant to his therapists suggestions.

His sleep schedule is fucked, barely sleeps if he can help it. Likely he’s sleeping just enough to function.

he’s working two jobs some days. both physically demanding you know he’s working that prosthetic to the point it’s painful.

Swat is to Jack what the motorcycle is to Robby. Adrenaline rush and if he’s hurt oh well.

he literally had no intention of letting anyone know he was shot and hurt.