I took that blade into my ribs.

the rooftop is the setting in the pitt where people have these big emotional beats in which they reach out and attempt to find community. this is established in season one between jack and robby. in the beginning of episode one, we see jack facing the void and turning away from it to follow robby back to safety, robby does the same with jack at the end. season two reaffirms this interpretation.

all of these women we saw on the roof were on the brink this whole season. samira was personally and professionally adrift. mel was facing her malpractice suit and sister’s independence. perlah was facing national xenophobic sentiments and the pressure of being a highly capable nurse. dana was reeling from her assault and crumbling under the pressure of her position. mckay was realizing the depths of her emotional detachment. victoria was dealing with her insecurities and lack of freedom. trinity had the situationship and the frank confrontation and the child abuse trigger and the loss of dennis’s company.

all of these women were facing a profound loneliness, a profound void, a profound lack of support. they were all alone in this all day, briefly brushing against each other in moments that chafed and soothed in equal measure.

and just like jack and robby have each other to pull them back from the edge, these women can find that with each other in the exact same spot.

the pitt uses setting very well. the peds room represents the loss and gains of family. the bathroom represents the humanity denied to healthcare works. and the roof represents the community these providers find within each other.

they all have moments where they’re correcting, snapping, or disagreeing with each other this season. samira judges cassie for talking about her lack of intimacy, victoria and trinity have a more sarcastic relationship, mel flat out said trinity has a personality disorder, dana has been short with just about everyone. but in this one moment, they band together. they process the day, feel awe and exhaustion and sadness and wonder all at the same time, all together. they build an imperfect community out of tragedies.

Trinity doesn´t think she´ll ever get used to her bosses hanging out at their apartment, but then again considering how often Garcia comes over, she doesn´t really have any room to complain.

So when she spots Jack Abbot fumbling around with her coffee machine, she plans on saying nothing. But then he turns around and a laugh bursts out of her chest.

The man is wearing a neon green shirt with "Brat" written on the front in bold lettering. She stares at it, the visual of her attending wearing Charli XCX merch too ridiculous to comprehend.

"S´there a problem?" he asks, too groggy for socially competent conversation.

"Uh- well.." an idea pops into her head.

Fuck, she can´t miss this opportunity. Abbot once lambasted her for wearing a vintage band shirt she couldn´t name five songs of, muttering something about the youth like the old man he is. So she takes it.

"Well, can you name 5 Charli songs, Dr. Abbot?" she grins mockingly.

remus: friend…? yes

remus: i-i mean i did know him

remus: that is, our paths did cross

remus: at school

Sirius, while chasing James: JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER YOU OBTUSE DI-

James while running from Sirius: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?

aroace sirius who wraps his arms around james’s torso and buries his nose into his best friend’s shoulder, and anything more would be overkill.

aroace sirius who learns the term ‘queerplatonic’ from remus and feels like he’s finally been named something that isn’t a mistake.