robby met susan first, actually. before she’d ever even met jack.
well, he never really had her. they were friends. very close friends. robby even thought….
and then jack swooped in, almost limping. he was freshly discharged, a little unused to being around civilians, reflexively doing combat medicine. his voice was practically still hoarse from the sand and yelling. and susan fell in love. she fell in love with jack so effortlessly, flaws and all. robby had always been a try-hard, hoping to conceal his issues long enough for some sucker to fall for it.
robby stayed in their orbit. they fought over who he would stand next to the day they got married. robby was flattered by it. two best friends…
people would ask him what it was like, having his two best friends get married. robby would always responded positively. he was happy for them.
and then they lost susan. well, jack lost susan.
robby never really had her in the first place. that’s what he always told himself.
so robby made his own unrequited love fade fast. holding a candle for a dead woman was futile. hold a candle for your best friend’s dead wife was fucking deplorable. the focus was on jack. getting him through the funeral. getting him through the days after, getting him through the nights that settled heavy all alone.
that feeling of being hopelessly in love with his best friend came back. at first, robby thought it was some type of flood of repressed emotions. then he thought it was transference or something. then, he reasoned it just had to be loneliness.
then robby had to admit it to himself. he’d fallen for his late best friend’s husband.
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