Med Students Rabbot

Like in the canon, Robby is refusing to listen, shutting down all Jack (and Dana's) concerns. Shooting back at his friend that he's "not the one that spends his free time getting shot at, HOO-AH."

(At this point, the ambulance with the C-section patient never comes in. So they don't move the conversation away from the bike)

Robby just starts exclaiming things like "Where I go, or what I do, in my time off is not yours, or Dana's, or anyone else's business."

Angrily gritting out "And I don't know why you're so determined to keep me here like some mutt you don't trust to let off its leash"

Jack can only listen to so much of it before he just snaps.

Both of his hands shoot out over the Bonneville. Latching firmly onto Robby's collar. With no gentleness or grace whatsoever, he tugs Robby in for a firm kiss.

It's mainly smushing their lips together and trying to convey every ounce of "because I love you, you fucking idiot" that he can into the kiss.

Robby's uncertain hands flail around for a second before settling on Jack's own scrubs. He grips the fabric in his fists so tight that Jack half expects to be shoved back; he braces himself physically and emotionally for the rejection.

But Robby seems in a state of paralysis. His fists tremble in their hold on the black material. He takes loud shaky breaths in through his nose. His lips quiver against Jack's own like he can't decide what to do.

Not pulling their lips apart, Jack reaches one hand up, and tries to soothe Robby by petting the hair at the back of his neck. Rubbing small circles there like he's settling an anxious puppy.

The calm steady touch seems to reboot Robby's brain. Because all of a sudden Jack is being tugged sideways around the bike and being walked backwards with focus.

His friend doesn't stop until they're both tucked around the corner of the hospital building. They're on a tiny paved path. The giant wall of the hospital on one side, and a line of knee high shrubs bordering a mowed patch of grass on the other.

Once he'd pulled back briefly (holding Jack at arm's length and peering out at the bay to check they were out of sight) Robby pins Jack against the wall and snogs him with all the energy he received earlier; but with none of the desperation.

He kisses Jack with the firm confidence that he will be kissed back. And he was.

Their lips meet hotly over and over. Their hands make trails all over each other. Grasping or cradling each patch for a few seconds before desperately needing to feel more. Barely an inch of fabric, skin or hair went unexplored.

They could have been there, making out like teenagers, for minutes or hours. They would be none the wiser. It wasn't until they heard the distant chatter in the direction of the ED entrance that they were pulled suddenly from their haze.

That didn't stop them holding each other close though. Robby's hands now cradling Jack's head while raking his fingers through the curls he found there. Meanwhile, Jack held both of Robby's shoulders. He alternated trailing his hands up and down them in sweeping strokes, and massaging them with gentle squeezes to the tense muscles there.

Just as their hands were attached to the other like magnets, they couldn't take their eyes off each other either.

They'd need to get back to the ED soon. Not a great look for the hospital PR wise if anyone dies because 2 out of 3 of the attendings on shift are busy playing tonsil tennis when they should be working.

Of course there would be conversations to be had later. Revelations to uncover. Feelings to confess. Worries to share.

But two things were for certain.

They both had so many wonderful things to see.

You’re never too old to be in a fandom.

You’re never too old to play video games.

You’re never too old to listen to music.

You are expected to "relate" to some characters and stories. Yes. That is not the same thing I keep witnessing, where people will decide a given character is literally everything they are the very instant they have anything in common, or an antagonist is exactly like a real person who hurt them, and emotionally invest SO much into this that they can feel actually betrayed when the events deviate from exactly the catharsis they hoped for.

This seems so normalized by some people, I suspect they assume by default that this is basically what fiction is "for" and it never even crossed their minds that you're supposed to enjoy most stories as an outside observer rather than as some sort of guided roleplay session.

This is why creators get harassed and abused more than ever by entitled fandoms.