dr benton… im pregnant

my specialty is liking the same movies that 50-year-old dads like but in a way that would instantly send those dads into cardiac arrest if they heard me talk about them

dennis cuts up some fruits to fix a plate of them for robby who immediately breaks down upon receiving it because no one's ever done that for me before. you— you didn't have to, m'not a kid. but thank— thank you. and dennis is just blinking at him and feeling a little sick because it took him like 15 minutes and it doesn't feel like it should be this big a deal.

robby taking care of dennis when he accidentally cuts himself in the kitchen making dinner during date night. tells him to hold a towel to it, keep pressure on it—like dennis doesn't know basic wound care himself. dennis can't help but roll his eyes and sarcastically going "yes sir, dr. boyfriend"

robby asks dennis what type of stuff he's into in the bedroom and dennis just goes "oh! yeah!" and then fumbles around to pull out his phone and is like "i have a list... in my notes app... somewhere—here! okay so spitting in my mouth, uuhh calling you daddy—obviously, you know that one already—your armpits, want you to slap my face—never actually tried that one before but—"

gonna try to get some tasks done today