DR ROBBY

𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 an indie & friends focused Dr Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch from HBO's The Pitt. canon selective with heavy headcanon influences. medium activity. multiverse and multiship. written by Aether. 30+. they/them. EST.

BEE GO AWAY !

right back at'cha my friend!

Yours, well yours, it quickly made me attached. You focus on his daily attitude, and how he still is a sarcastic asshole but with such a big heart that is pierced so much that it's just hemorraghing. You don't focus on one type of thread but have a plethora of it, going from comic relief, to sad, to concerning behavior, to him just being a stubborn asshole. You are still a bit stumbling on his voice, but that's a self confidence thing, just do it. Also our amor fati verse, is making me biased on this.

okay fine yall can see the not joke one.

Leone out here still saying nice to things to me. and you're right I am doing a whole cartoon slip on ice with his voice sometimes. and it's absolutely a self confidence issue lol but I'm working on it. luckily, Robby doesn't say a whole lot unless provoked lol

oh and I adore the shit out of you <3

the sound of her voice surprises him as much as finding her stood next to him. the bar was a hole in the wall that he liked to go to sometimes. he wasn't sure that anyone from the hospital knew where it was. though he'd never thought to ask either. and clearly he'd been wrong anyway.

"I don't think this is the type of place that you plan to meet anyone." it was more somewhere that you took someone that you were looking to get rid of. or spend entirely too much money drinking by yourself. though Robby would argue that he doesn't know anything about either of those things if he was questioned.

"the better question is," he starts turning to face her. "what are you doing here?"

I was a decent human being who didn’t do this shit to try and get someone’s attention when they’re clearly not interested.

this is seriously like some stalker level shit man. it’s not a good look. this is the behaviour that makes people quit shit because people feel so entitled to someone else’s time and energy that it stops being worth it.

so how about you pick up the phone and find a therapist to help you deal with the fact that you can’t handle being told no.

like what the fuck dude. how did you think this was gonna go for you? you thought we’d just give you some tips and tricks like this was a normal thing to do?

did you message EVERYONE Leone interacts with hoping for some insider information?

✦ Name / Alias: Aether ✦ Favorite Color(s): #0D3017 ✦ Current Video Game(s) You’re Playing: uhhh the last game I played I think was crime scene cleaner... ✦ Current Book You're Reading: just a shit ton of beautifully written threads ✦ Favorite Food: cheesecake or pasta ✦ Favorite Quote: "not today Satan." ✦ Biggest Fear (make it a joke): full time employment ✦ Greatest Hope for 2026: honestly not going broke while im at school lmao

"So you and Heather are together?" Jack asked, there was no judgement in his voice, if anything a hint of resignation. And while his posture and attitude seemed just as friendly and open towards Robby, his eyes were so bright with a heartache so strong as a hurricane, yet the only thing holding it back was his love for Robby, the same that had let go of him and still just wanted the best for him. . "I'm happy for you, brother. " He one arm hugged him. He patted his back. "Don't let HR know about it though. " Jack patted his shoulder and smiled, though it did not really reach his eyes. Robby was truly out of reach now and as he walked away and his face fell, reality hit him that they truly were done.

the question catches him off guard. that wasn't something that being worn like a badge of honor or shouted from the rooftops. in fact he'd been trying to keep a pretty permanent lid on. for this very reason. the last thing he'd wanted was for Jack to find out that he'd made a drunken mistake that had turned into more than he'd bargained for. the hug throws him off even more. muscle memory kicking in and curling an arm around the other in return to clap a hand between Jack's shoulders.

the whole interaction leaves a sour metallic taste in his mouth, eyes fixed on Jack's back as he retreated. the hunch of his shoulders telling him more than the superficial words that had left his mouth. an ache blooming to life in his chest at the reminder of what could have been. what should have been if he hadn't driven Jack away.

Heather was great and all, but there was an unavoidable friction between them. something that just didn't quite click. she was intelligent and beautiful, but there was something missing. Robby was sure that it was with him. he was a pathetic excuse of a person at the moment. between losing Adamson and Jack in such a short amount of time had destroyed him. was still actively destroying him.

"thanks." it's muttered to no one in particular. Jack was long gone.

he had been for a long time now.

and suddenly Robby feels sick to his stomach. would there ever be a single good thing in his life that he doesn't ruin beyond all recognition?