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When he finally reached the door, he knocked firmly, forcing himself to chill his nerves. Grayson always made him nervous, not that it was a bad thing, but he was so scared of messing things up that he was almost too caution about everything he said or did. When Grayson finally answers, Markus greets him with a smile--warm and only for him. “Ready to get to work?”

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The dawn of a new day brought with it, for some, the chance to start over. To make the day better than the one before it. For Emmy, however, it had only seemed to make things worse. She’d snuck out of Jaime’s motel room almost immediately after he’d fallen asleep and walked home, still a little drunk, which hadn’t been her best idea. But she’d made it home, anyway, and that was what mattered right? The blackness of night still clung to the sky despite the early hours of the morning and as she’d looked up at the beach house, she found she couldn’t yet go inside. She didn’t want to face Winnie. She didn’t want to face Grayson. She definitely didn’t want to face herself. So, she’d sat out on the beach, her shoes beside her, knees pulled up to her chest, watching the sun slowly rise over the horizon. When Grayson’s texts came in, she knew she’d reached the end of her borrowed time and, brushing the sand off her clothes, made the trek inside like a prisoner headed to their execution.

She found Gray in the kitchen standing before a pot of nearly-boiling water and for a split second, she felt okay. She had Grayson, her anchor through every storm, and that was never going to change. But he’d left her. And then there was that small Feliks thing... She couldn't help but feel like she'd been left out of the loop lately, and it bugged her. She crossed her arms over her chest as she peeked over his shoulder at the pot on the stove. “Hey,” she said, and then took a few steps back, trying to keep his face in her line of sight as she asked, “Hey, so, random question, but do you know someone named Feliks?”

Alexandria was tired and still feeling groggy when she heard a knock on her door. She figured that it was likely Grayson checking up on her because he said that he might come see her today. After finding out that she had a concussion she was unfortunately unable to help people during the hurricane, and likely wouldn’t be able to help people for a while. Alix missed the hospital, but she knew that she had to give her brain time to heal before she could be useful again. 

Alexandria made her way to the door and peeked in the window before opening the door with a smile. “Hey, thanks for coming.” She said, gesturing for Grayson to come inside. Alexandria had been a little lonely since returning home, so she was glad that the man had taken time out of his schedule to come see her. “How are you?”

“If you sigh one more time--I swear to god, Gray. I’m slapping the shit of you.” She tossed the cup on the drying rack and shoved the towel into his lap. “You’re telling me about this ex-boyfriend, right now.” Vera says, staring him down. “So spill.”

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Being back on the graveyard shift meant Holden was able to take his time easing back into the swing of things. It also meant the doctor would be working with his all time favourite nurse, @grayfischer. Holden hoped Grayson would be pleased with his return, finally ending the weeks of cold shoulder he’d received from his friend. Switching over to day shift had been a betrayal tantamount to murder, and Holden wanted to make things right.  So the doctor arrived with a box of doughnuts, including a few of the nurse’s favourites, and placed them silently beside the man at the nurses station. “Hey,” he said, rather nonchalantly, “how was your holiday?” 

Grayson hadn’t left his side once. Markus felt guilty that he was the reason Grayson had taken the time of to care for him. It would look bad, having just got his job back and already finding a way to get time off--it was frustrating. “I know I look like I’m in bad shape, but you don’t have to take so much time off, Gray. I can manage. I promise I won’t escape while you’re gone. I don’t even have a car to do that.” Markus tells him, adding in the joke to help lighten the mood.

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It was the first time in almost a week that they had managed to set aside for each other and even then, they were both exhausted. Markus having just left work and Grayson getting ready for his night shift, it left about an hour for them to see each other, it didn’t feel like nearly enough time. For once in Markus’ life, he’s scared to say something. He’s scared to say how he’s feeling and doesn’t want Grayson to retaliate in response. So, he’s quiet. He sits and smiles, listen as Grayson talks about some of the things that happened on his last shift as he pulls on his scrubs. Markus was relaxed on couch, shoes off and legs stretched across the length of the couch.

Markus chuckles distractedly, scrolling absentmindedly through his phone. “God, I’m so tired.” He yawns, resting his head back and staring up at his boyfriend. Grayson was in the middle of pulling his shirt over his head, so he couldn’t see the smile on Markus’ face. Markus knew how happy working at the hospital made him, he would never take that away. Hell, he was the one who helped him get back there. He’d never force Grayson to screw up his own life again, he cared too much. “Just stay home, please?” He pouts. Markus knows it isn’t a possibility, but he wishes it was.

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Markus: i drank to muschj

Markus: i also ate a billion oreos