please forgive me

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The younger man had already been sporting a grin which only grew when Robby moved closer to him. Close enough that he felt the fabric of his hoodie brush against his elbow. He wished he could get closer but they were at work. And as much as he loved his job it did tend to get in the way of hitting on the hot ED Chief from time to time.

"That is a harsh assessment Dr. Robinavitch," Bill replied, sparing a glance up towards the other doctor's face before he looked back towards the new intern. "How long do you think if I sic Garcia on him?" That was pretty much a guarantee that they'd never see him again. And she'd do it too just for the love of the game. He'd grown really fond of her the more they spent time together and she seemed to return the sentiment. "Oh! Or Park. I'm sure I could get him down here if I cut him in," the younger joked. "Unless getting surgery involved is considered cheating? I know how strict you ER people are about things like that." The surgeon could tell that Robby was tired yet he still couldn't help but to tease him just a little.

Blue eyes focused back on Michael — lingering this time — at the nudge just as he leans forward to rest his forearms on the counter in front of them. "And here everyone thought this was where HR rules went to die." It really could be an entirely different world down here when compared to the rest of the hospital. "Besides, how will they know if you don't tell them and I don't tell them."

His shoulder bumps lightly against Bill’s again as he talks, brief and familiar in a way that comes naturally now despite the hospital around them. “And for the record, surgery doesn’t get to participate in this bet because you people enjoy fear too much. There’s something deeply wrong with all of you.” The bright grin Bill shoots him earns a softer look in return before Robby catches himself lingering on it a second too long. He drops his attention toward the outstretched hand instead, huffing another quiet laugh through his nose. “Oh, this is a terrible idea,” he says, even as he shifts the chart under one arm and slides his hand into Bill’s without hesitation.