pls he'd start off all "really, frank? a med student?" and you're so quick to jump to his defence like "it wasn't like that! dr. langdon was—"

"oh dr. langdon, is it? that's not what you were calling him when I caught you in central 14," robby laughs, exasperated, "on the company clock, by the way! dana could've put someone in that bed and then we'd have a lawsuit on our hands." he shakes his head while he watches you shift on you feet, embarrassed and humiliated but also pent up because you didn't even get to come :( "do you not value your job? you don't care if you're fired or—"

"I do," you warble, a sob stuck in your throat. you look at frank then back at robby with a wobbly lip. "I do I swear I'm sorry—"

"oookay, alright," frank walks up with a hand on your back and up to the back of your neck, he gives you a reassuring squeeze and meets his mentor's glare. "she's a good girl, robby. let's not throw out accusations okay? we just..." he glances at you then shrugs with a chuckle, "I mean can you blame me?"

it's silent after that. you look mortified, robby looks caught, and frank slowly starts to smirk.

robby clears his throat, "that's not what I was—"

"c'mon, baby." frank interrupts with a low murmur to you. his hand on your back gives you a gentle push towards your attending. "show him how good you are. he'll understand."

Your result:

the late-night talk

Oh. you figure it out when you realize just how vulnerable they are willing to be with you. it isn't everybody who could or would stay up talking into the night with you, not with such affection or easy familiarity. it isn't everybody who is so understanding of you. it isn't everybody who could bare their soul to you in return. that kind of intimacy... it means deep foundations. it means comfort. it means trust. maybe it's a secret, maybe it's a story, maybe it's something you just never thought of before -- but they say something, late at night, and you realize all at once how remarkable they are, and how special it is to exist in the same time and space as them. "oh" indeed.

Tagged by: @takinghisbow​ and @fooliery​ thank you lovelies~

"Awwwww, come on toots! Just one little peck right on the kisser! Oh, how about a hug? Hugs are nice! Ya can even jump inta my arms--"

SLAM!!!

The door shut right in his face. So maybe he may have come on a little too hard. Maybe even bugged her a little bit much. Was every other hour for 3 days much? Maybe?

Far from feeling shut down, he casually made his way down the hall. His generally upbeat mood didn't go unnoticed and a dark, yipping, ball of fluff burst free from its ball, egging Jerimoth on to a game of tag.

"Oh geez Lior, tag a hide-and-seek, give it a rest! Ya ask me every other hour...." Yup. Every other hour was indeed too much. And the yipping wouldn't subside. "Really kiddo, ya can beg me all day, but today's my--"

Before he could finish his sentence, the pup jumped up, snatched the wrapped oval item from Jerimoth's sack, and gleefully ran off. They were going to play tag whether he wanted to or not. "No--!! NO! Lior! Down boy!! What happened ta the fanny pack bein' off limits, uh?!! Crazy little--!!"

He ambled down the hallway, rushing past people and shouting quick 'sorries'. The Zorua made a sharp turn and he lost sight of the pup for a split second. Following in suit, he spied a little ball of fluff atop a pocket-sized (read: not much taller than him) man's head. "AH HA! Ya had your fun! Now give it back here, ya mangy mutt!!!"