#knightfalling

When they'd first met, Robby was absolutely unwavering, stubbornly refusing to open up about anything concerning his life, professional or personal. He resented Lucy's desire to reach him, to see inside, and all the tactics she used in her attempt to do so.

But now? Well, now he doesn't know how he can live without her. In his darkest hour she was at his side, peering at the innermost parts of him without recoiling in disgust the way he fully expected her to.

On the inside, he's twisted up like an old, gnarled, rotting oak tree. Ugly in every sense of the word, and yet here she remains, unflinching with arms wide open. She's too good for him, too pure. He's afraid he'll ruin her with his touch.

And yet, ever inherently selfish, Robby clings to her, hands pulling her in by her waist, digging so harshly into her soft curves to the point of bruising as he nudges his forehead against hers. Her breath is hot and sweet against his face and he closes his eyes, emitting a shuddering sigh of fatigue mixed with pleasure. He likes that she's so close.

"Normally you're trying to get me to utter a goddam syllable," he replies with a throaty chuckle, "Now you want me to shut the fuck up? Make up your mind, Knight."

Without waiting for a response, his mouth moves to brush along her own as he dares to lightly nip at her full lower lip.

Something in his expression softens immediately. For once, he doesn't rush to fill the silence or offer some quick solution. Instead, he lets the words settle between them. A slow breath leaves him as one hand comes up to rub briefly at the back of his neck. "Yeah," he says quietly. "I know." His gaze drops for a moment before returning to hers. "The worst part is that you know it's not happening again. You know you're somewhere else, dealing with a different patient, a different situation. But your brain doesn't really care about that in the moment."

He shakes his head slightly, the corner of his mouth tightening. "You don't have to force yourself to shake it off tonight." His voice stays calm and steady. "Sometimes all you can do is get through it and let yourself feel it for a while." He studies her for a second before adding, softer, "And if you don't want to sit with it alone, you don't have to."

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> IT TAKES HER A SECOND .. to realise that someone was speaking to her. gaze shifts - from staring blankly down at the table in front of her , to looking up and finding lucy standing just on the other side of the table. brows furrow for a minute moment. before they softened. shaking her head , ellie let a soft smile pull at her lips , as she leaned back in the chair. ❝ uh - ❞ she started. blue eyes shifted to the far end of the hospital cafeteria and then back to the blonde. ❝ no. ❞ there was a huff of a laugh. ❝ kinda just sat and then disassociated for like five minutes. ❞

He’s a little tossed, the reddening of his cheeks making that painfully evident — not that he’ll admit it. The inebriation had been his attempt to get her out of his head, to quit thinking about her so incessantly, but to no avail. Here he is, needing her now more than ever and pissed beyond belief that it still rings true.