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Dennis really doesn’t know how he got here.

He’s staring at Trinity’s front door trying to work up the courage to knock. He wasn’t trying to come here. He was going to wonder until he could figure out where to stay for the rest of the night. He looks at his watch. It’s a little past 4am. It’s too late to go to any of the shelters. Actually, since staying with Robby he’s got a lot little money saved up. He could have gotten a cheap motel, but that money was supposed to be sent back home.

He knocks hurriedly before his brain tells him to walk away. After a few minutes he does it again but louder. Nothing. He shouldn’t have come here. Maybe he’ll go hang out at the 24 hour cafe that’s across from the hospital. Yeah he’ll do that.

As soon as he turns to leave the door swings open. “Who in the everliving fu-“ she’s yelling, her eyes barely open like she just woke up. Of course she just woke up, idiot. It’s 4am. “Huckleberry?” Her eyes go wide, full of worry.

She grabs the strap of his backpack on his shoulder and snatches him inside. So hard and fast that he trips on the door ledge. His hands find her shoulders to steady himself.

“Oh my god Huckleberry!” She looks him up and down, taking in his shivering figure. “What the fuck is going on? Are you okay?”

He takes a second to take in her apartment. It’s warm and familiar. Her comforter is pulled onto the sofa, like she was sleeping in the living room. There’s take out scattered all over the table and… and the tv is playing Grey’s Anatomy.

He’s crying all over again. He pulls her hard into a tight hug. She makes a “oof” sound, hands up unsure at first. Then she slowly wraps her arms around him, rubbing his back softly. “Den? Are you okay?” She repeats. She pulls away from the hug and hold him steady by the shoulders, looking him up and down again. “Did something happen? Did Dr. Robby hurt you?” No hesitation, straight to it. He missed her bluntness.

“No, he didn’t hurt me.” He says honestly. He thinks the crying is finally going to stop. Exhaustion is hitting hard. He feels like his legs are going to give out from under himself. She looks down at his legs and back up at his face with an eyebrow raised. “Robby didn’t hurt me. I-“ he hesitates. “I hurt myself”

There. He’s admitted it to someone. Other than Robby, who he admitted it to unwillingly. She looks confused but she doesn’t push, right now. He knows her, and he knows she will push soon. She’s holding him with such kindness.

Her usual cold, hard demeanor is filled with worry. He realizes now that he whole heartedly trusts her. He knows that her childhood was also tough, though she never talks about it. He feels like she would never judge him. He loves her, he thinks. Like a sister. Why did he ever leave?

“Come on, you’re freezing” she ushers him to the sofa. Wrapping him in the comforter and heads to the kitchen. The comforter smells like her. The apartment is old and stuffy just like he remembers. He feels at home.

Trinity comes back with a warm mug and places it in his freezing hands. He tastes it. It’s chamomile tea. “Tell me what’s going on. I swear if Dr. Robby hurt you I’ll slash the tires on his bike. I’ll smash it into tiny little pieces with a sledgehammer.” She’s definitely not joking.

“I promise you Trin. He didn’t.” He tells her but she doesn’t look convinced. He’s going to tell her. Maybe just a little bit. Just enough so she understands it’s him, not Robby.

He sighs before he starts. “Okay so my childhood was…” how should he put it? “Rough. I guess. I mean it wasn’t horrible, but not good. I think. I don’t think it- I mean there are people who probably had worse off. I think-” He stops when she raises an eyebrow at him.

He’s rambling. “Sorry.” He mumbles. Slightly embarrassed to be talking about this. “My parents are really religious, and it’s really affected me throughout my adulthood.” She listens and doesn’t interrupt. Her stare is so intense, he has to break eye contact. He looks at the tv without really watching it and continues.

“I have issues with my relationship with religion. I don’t know how to explain it.” He does know how to explain but he doesn’t want to get into that part right now. He’s not ready for to talk about that. “I do things, punishments I did when I was a child, still. When I feel like I deserve them. I don’t know how to stop. It’s like I need to do them. When we were talking tonight, Robby started asking questions. Questions I wasn’t ready to answer. Not to him.” He finally looks at her. She staring at his knees. Again, why did he put himself in shorts. It’s like he was asking for this whole night to happen. To her credit, she doesn’t ask. She seems to understand he’s not ready to talk about that part yet.

“Why him?” She asks. He’s furrows his eyebrows in confusion. So she clarifies. “You said “not to him.” Why specifically him?”

He takes a deep breath. “I have this admiration for Robby. Yes he’s my attending, my teacher, but it feels too strong. I worry this admiration is greater than my faith. Which is crazy because I don’t even know if I believe in my faith anymore.”

“Oh Huckleberry.” She puts a hand on his knee. Just like Robby did, but she’s got a small smile of her face unlike Robby’s worried one. He doesn’t flinch this time. “I think you have a crush, dude. Not this “admiration” that’s he’s better than God or whatever.” She says it so matter of fact. Like it could be nothing else.

“Im not gay Trin.” He says defensively. It even sounds wrong coming out of his mouth. He’s not gay. He can’t be. It took a lot to not be gay. His stomach turns at the thought.

“Okay so maybe you’re bi. Doesn’t really matter. You’ve seen the girls that used to come in and out of here. You know I wouldn’t judge.” She’s right. Not about him being gay, or bi, or whatever. But on the fact that she would never judge. Shes totally wrong on the fact that he could have crush on Robby. That part of him was forced away a long time ago, and he’s never coming back.

“It’s not a crush.” He defends himself again. She holds her hands up in surrender.

“Okay okay Huck, whatever you say.” She pulls the comforter over both of them and starts to lay back on the couch. She looks at him again. “You’re welcome here anytime Huckleberry. No questions asked. Stay here as long as you want.” She’s doesn’t say it but he knows she missed him. Just like he missed her. She pulls his legs into her lap and focuses on the tv. Just like that their sad little moment is over. Maybe he was overreacting at Robby’s. Maybe he shouldn’t have left. No. He did the right thing by leaving.

“Im not big on therapy.” She says after a moment. His eyes were starting to fall shut, but he looks at her. “But I think if anyone ever needed therapy, it’s you.” she says honestly. He can’t help the laugh that tumbles from his mouth. She hits him on the shoulder. “Im serious Den. You have like, I don’t know, textbook childhood ptsd. When you open that page in the textbook it’s a picture of your face.” They’re both laughing now. It feels like it used to, before he got confused staying with Robby. He’s so glad he came back.

He shouldn’t sleep, he’s got a shift in- he checks his watch. Wow it’s almost 5am. He needs to be at the hospital soon, he can’t help as his eyes fall shut and he falls into a restless sleep.

Around an hour later Trinity hears a knock at the door. Not again. She slowly and quietly moves Dennis’ legs off her and goes to the door.

“What now?!” She whisper-yells as she opens the door. “Oh. Umm. Dr. Robby. Hi?” She looks at where Dennis is still lying on the sofa, asleep. Then back at Dr. Robby. He pokes his head inside, relieved to see Dennis here, safe.

“Sorry to bother you Santos. I just wanted to make sure he was somewhere safe.” Trinity nods her head but doesn’t say anything. “I assume he told you why left the house?”

She shrugs and rubs the back of her neck nervously “uhh, a little” she doesn’t really want spill Dennis’ secrets if Dr. Robby doesn’t know why. He nods softly. He genuinely seems worried about Dennis. She feels for him.

“Okay Santos. Im glad he’s here. I was just really worried about him. I still am.” He holds his hand out to give her something. She reaches for it and it’s a set of keys. “He left these when he left. I figured he might need them. I’ll go now. Please let him know he’s welcome back at the house any time. He thinks he was intruding but I really did like having him there. I’ll try to call him later.”

She gives Dr. Robby a small smile. Dennis has a way of unknowingly worming his way into people hearts. First hers when she found him in that abandoned wing. Now it seems like he’s done the same to Dr. Robby.

Dr. Robby turns to leave, but stops, and turns back for a quick second. “Ill put in sick leave for both of you. Don’t worry about your shift today. I’ll find coverage. He needs to rest.” And just like that, he’s walking back to his truck.

“Thank you Dr. Robby” she says a beat too late but she knows by the slight turn of his head he heard her.

he sees endless books and paperwork and odd little knicknacks, drawers of clothes, a photo album of robby in his mid twenties that he really shouldn't have looked through but did anyway... and then he comes to the bottom drawer in the master bedroom- robby's room.

he gasps so hard at the contents that he slams the drawer closed and then opens it slowly again, checking he hadn't hallucinated. he hadn't. sex toys. it was full of sex toys and gear. high quality rope, padded handcuffs, little metal clamps that made dennis wince to look at them but at the same time made his lower stomach churn in interest. and then, pride of place in the centre, an enormous dildo.

dennis surveyed it in disbelief and growing arousal. it was red and at least nine inches long, if not a little more, and had thick veins running up and down it, only adding to the realism of the toy. the slight curve of it made dennis's asshole clench, thinking about how it would hit every spot inside of him and make him scream. his own (much smaller) cock was chubbed up in his pants by now, and he slammed the drawer closed again to stop himself from reaching out and making a bad, bad choice.

his resolve doesn't last. ninety minutes later, he's back in the room and is picking up the monstrous toy. he tried to stop himself, really, he did! the pull was just too strong and he was just too horny, and well, he'd been right. the dildo filled him so full his stomach bulged and his insides were rubbed raw with how many times he orgasmed on it.

he swore he'd clean robby's sheets and toy, but right now he was in heaven imagining that it was robby fucking him and dicking him down into his sheets in the master bedroom, rather than a dildo. he bounced on it, lay down and manually fucked himself, he even licked along the veins and treated it as a real cock, bent forward on the bed so that his gaping, fucked-open asshole was on full display as he suckled and slurped and gagged.

he fell asleep in a puddle of cum, sweat and tears, dildo lying next to him like a cookie jar next to an incriminated child. he'd clean it all up, he swore.

miles away, robby wipes his hand on a tissue to clean it of his own spend. he always knew his boy was a little busybody. he'd lain the dildo as a trap, so sure dennis would snoop and be like a moth to a flame. tuned into the three bedroom cameras he'd conveniently forgotten to tell the young man about, and gazing at dennis's naked and debauched body, he couldn't wait to get home.

Having never been much of a drinker, Dennis only sips at his share. Robby, to compare, pours himself healthy helpings and swigs them back with ease. Dennis wonders if this is a new habit he'd picked up while on the road. The alcohol, it seems, makes him chatty.

"When I was out there, riding," Robby says slowly. His words are somehow both slurred and precise. "I thought about my wife waiting for me at home. My wife keeping my bed warm. My wife."

Dennis stares at him. No other person has been waiting for Robby in his home or sleeping in his bed. No other person but him.

"Did you... like this thought?"

Slowly and unsteadily, Robby reaches out and touches his cheek. There's a strange sort of sadness in his eyes. It looks a lot like longing. "It's the reason I came home."

It's some weeks later that Dennis has the day off when Robby is working. He times everything exactly right so that when Robby returns he will...

"Dennis?" He whispers from the doorway.

A steak sizzles enticingly on a round, warm plate. Vintage jazz floats free from the radio. Dennis pours a glass of Alberta Premium, and holds it out to Robby.

He spends a lot of his first shift back in his own mental competition w Baran forDennis’ attention (not like its hard for him)

chapter 7

July 8th — 10:42 am

8:50 pm

“I made twelve fricking cookies. I was gonna store them and take the rest to work when my weekend ended but me and Trin ended up eating them all in one sitting.” Dennis narrates the tales from last nights hangout to Robby excitedly, all while Robby gazes at him fondly. “And I bought two bottles of shitty wine and I’m a lightweight so boom, drunk.” Dennis grimaces as he remembers the horrid memories of his texts to Robby.

“Well I know I said I’d forget about it, but since you’re bringing it up, I’d say I enjoyed drunk Dennis.” Robby speaks through a grin and Dennis groans exasperatedly and buries his head in his hands. “Noooo drunk Dennis is fucking stupid!” He cries out and Robby lets out a hearty laugh, body shaking as he throws his head back.

“What’s the most stupid thing you’ve done when you were drunk?” Dennis asks curiously, eyebrows quirked weirdly as he looks at Robby expectantly. Robby huffs and hesitates before he decides to speak. “I guess it’d be the time I got so ridiculously drunk during med school, that I threw up on a guy while I was…you know.” Robby shrugs and leaves Dennis to fill in the blanks. But Dennis, ever so oblivious, had no clue what Robby was implying. Dennis frowned and questioned. “I…don’t know?” He trailed nervously. Robby raises his eyebrows before huffing out a laugh. “Huh, I guess you haven’t heard about me. Well, while I was giving a random guy a blow job, I threw up all over his dick. I never drunkenly hooked up with anyone again.”

Robby’s confession slams through Dennis. Dennis had no idea Robby swinged that way, that’s why he was so hesitant to believe Trinity’s theory of Robby flirting with him. Dennis felt his mind crash as he connected the dots. The guy’s bed Dennis had been sleeping in, who he believed would find his attraction to men odd, was attracted to men himself. The guy Dennis almost got off to a few times, but always stopped in account of assuming his heterosexuality, also liked guys.

“It’s called bisexuality kid. Ever heard of it?” Robby cut through, making Dennis realise he’d been zoning out for over a minute. “No! I mean yeah but it’s not that it’s just—I didn’t know. But uhm yeah no I mean I’m gay so like yeah.” Dennis rambled nervously, not knowing what to do with himself. Coming out to his boss so randomly was not his plan at all, let alone over a video call, but here he was.

Suddenly, the signs seemed clear as day, and the flirtation felt all too real now. “Cute.” Robby said fondly, and Dennis felt the buzz of his words spread through his body and down his core, making him feel warm and so bothered. Dennis jokingly rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath, earning a teasing chuckle from Robby. “But yeah, that is horrible. It clears my drunk texts. I truly feel bad for you.” Dennis teases, speaking animatedly as he barely contained his giggles. Robby could only groan and roll his eyes.

“Anywayyyy, we’re going out to celebrate Vic’s birthday in a few days. I’m definitely getting hammered and god I hope I don’t text you again.” Dennis exaggerates, desperate to maintain dignity around his boss. “Oh but I like drunk Dennis.” Robby spoke in a sultry tone, as if aware of the effect it had on Dennis. “You’re very annoying.” Dennis sticks his tongue out, playing it off childishly to crack through the tension. “But you like it, don’t you?” Robby continues to flirt, as if he knew exactly what was running through Dennis’s head. As if he knew Dennis was still doubtful and was absolutely dedicated to make sure Dennis knows that yes, Robby actually is flirting with him. Dennis flushed but forced a stable tone, wanting to seem unaffected when it really was the opposite.

“That is very presumptuous of you, Dr. Robby.” Dennis unintentionally flirted back, sirens blaring through his head.

WHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCKWHATTHEFUCK.

“Not bad kid, you sure know how to bite back.” Robby praises and Dennis blooms under it, all wide eyed and toothy grins.

The remaining night goes by with them throwing quips at each other, flirting and just talking about life in general. With every other phrase that fell out of Robby’s mouth, Dennis was slowly more convinced of Trinity’s theory and he couldn’t figure out whether to freak out or enjoy it while it lasted.

He pushed the thought away as they stayed on the phone for almost two hours.

santos the respectful daughter she is barges into the house, victoria trailing behind her, as they get to the kitchen, victoria is shocked to see her chief attending, dr robby, and the night shift attending, dr abbot, standing there, finishing dinner, and now she's SUPER confused.

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Mary, Dennis beautiful loving mother. The woman who kissed his cuts and tucked him in at night. Teaching him and his brothers how to sew because they shouldn't expect anyone else to do it for them. She taught him love and understanding. Telling Dennis from a young age God doesn't judge so he shouldn't either and truly living by it.

Johnny, the best father Dennis could ask for. Who never made the boy feel small. The man who would kiss his son's cheek and forehead even as he grew older. All his sons knew if you're in trouble you call daddy, because he taught them to.

Even now as Dennis stood in the hospital, his family gathered around his brother's hospital bed, Dennis knew love. Granted his brother had only broken his leg. An injury he acquired after attempting to climb a tree.The absolutely shocked looks he kept getting from the staff was a little confusing though. At least 5 nurses had pulled him aside to ask if he was ok. Of course he was, Dennis got to see his favourite people.

It suddenly clicked when the man was pulled aside by trinity. "Are you like good?" her words were bored but she was shifting on her feet glancing towards Dennis's family.

"Yes i'm fine" huffing slightly and sick of people asking now "why does everyone keep asking that it's just a broken bone"

Trinity furrowed her brows "no Den like are you ok with them being here? cause like you know."

Dennis's brows furrowed slightly in confusion "yes of course why would i be-" his face dropping in shock shuffling closer as he whispered "Jesus christ trinity i wasn't abused." Causing her to blink in shock her brain trying to compute the words. Face going from realisation to confusion to judging.

dennis freaks out - automatically thinking the worst - and texts back, 'are you breaking up with me???'

michael answers, 'what? no im at the store. how many avocados do you want me to get? also im torn between making spaghetti or shepherds pie tonight, which would you rather?'

and then michael realizes the severity of dennis' question and hits the call button quick. they figure out what to make for dinner, chicken marsala, and dennis explains that there are just somethings you're supposed to or not supposed to text your boyfriend whose over 20 years your junior.

he goes into extreme detail and robby is baffled to say the least. he also feels relief that he just so happens to send good morning and good night texts every day they're not together, even without knowing about that simple texting rule.