robby kept a pen he got at pride at his station. he wore his purple, blue, and pink striped socks that abbot got him at least once a month. he referred to his romantic exploits as partners and dates.
sure, heâd never really told people at work besides jack, but it wasnât something that came up often. he never hid it. him and caleb were flirty on the clock. for fuckâs sake, duke told everyone they met on tinder and everyone thought it was a joke. robby wasnât sure how else to spell it out for people, he also felt no obligation to.
so, no, robby wasnât hiding it. he wore his colors, he talked his shit, he took a week off every june, he complained to jack about the drama from the guys and dolls slip and slide event. he was not closeted. it was hard to remember that other people werenât exactly in on the not-secret.
really, there were a thousand ways robby and dennisâs relationship was shocking. there was the whole power imbalance thing, the age gap, the dramatic differences in finances, the fact that robby could barely even commit in the first place. the complications and eyebrow raising aspects of their dynamic were plentiful.
so when robby casually slipped an arm around dennisâs shoulders after a shift while they were all hanging out at the park, no one really noticed. dennis leaning in was a little interesting, but still not anything more than confirmation of the widely accepted crush theory. robby leaning down, whispering in his residentâs ear, them both saying goodbye and walking off in the same direction together was justâŚ
there was no are dennis and robby fucking? or questions about how ethical is it for the chief to fuck an intern?
it was just, âwait, is robby into dudes?â
because everyone knew robby was weirdly, inappropriately obsessed with dennis. they just didnât know that romantic obsession was an option.
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