Parker was not a fan of the stupid holiday party the hospital threw. It felt like a slap in the face. No extra security, no extra nurses, and no extra money in their paychecks. But sure they'll rent out a ballroom in some almost fancy hotel downtown. She didn't usually go but John had bullied her into it. The free drinks were nice and the food wasn't... awful. Not great, but also not awful. She did also get a chance to see some of the day shift which was nice.

Yelena stood there and let his words settle, one by one, whether she wanted them to or not. The room seemed to narrow around the sound of his voice—low, steady, too sincere to ignore. It wasn’t loud, wasn’t dramatic. That almost made it worse. Every soft inflection, every hesitation, carried weight, slipping past the armor she’d built out of deflection and doubt. She’d faced shouting, threats, commands barked in sterile rooms and blood-soaked corridors. This—this quiet certainty—undid her far more effectively.

Her breath hitched, sharp and uneven, like she hadn’t meant to let it show. Her shoulders drew in on themselves as she shook her head once, eyes shining despite her effort to keep them hard. “I didn’t say it wasn’t mutual,” she said, and this time her voice did crack, betraying her before she could catch it. The words rushed out after that, like if she slowed down, she might lose the nerve entirely. “I said I’m not the kind of person you should want to be with.”

She laughed under her breath, but it came out broken, nothing like humor. Her gaze dropped to the floor between them, fingers curling tight into her sleeves as if holding herself together took all her focus. “You think I don’t feel this?” she asked softly. “I do. That is the problem.” She swallowed hard, forcing herself to look at him again, eyes raw and unguarded now. "I'm no good."

Laughter leaves her, “I think I know this one,” she half stands up and leans across the table to double check that she is in fact correct, she counts the number of squares in the crossword. 

“Wyoming.” 

That was the answer. 

"John...Johnny boy, my man, my favorite roommate in this fucking city. At some point you'll have to build that fucking IKEA stuff. I keep bumping into it and you keep giving me half assed excuses doing the dishes for the both of us. Man up! It's just wood and screws"

"Shennyyyy." She skipped over to him and rocked up to her tiptoes and smiled a little fangy then usual. "Diiiiiid you hear what happened with the boss boys?"

She'd gotten the update from a text from Weylen, there were hunters to go a killing. Sounded like fun if you asked her, she hadn't gotten to be out and cause a problem in quite a while.

Robby doesn’t push in right away. He lets the silence sit, lets the rain fill the space between them, even when it’s clear John’s not really seeing it so much as using it to avoid everything else. His arms stay folded, posture loose, but his attention is locked in. “Yeah,” he says after a moment, quieter now, not arguing it. “I can see that.”

The smile doesn’t fool him. Neither does the joke. He shifts his weight slightly, stepping just a little closer, not enough to crowd, just enough to make it clear he’s not going anywhere. “You don’t have to package it up for me,” Robby adds, voice steady, cutting through the deflection without being sharp about it. “Not tonight.”

His gaze flicks out to the storm for a second, then back to John. “Bad nights happen,” he continues, more grounded now. “The kind that don’t care how good you are at your job or how well you usually hold it together.” A small exhale follows. “Doesn’t mean you’ve suddenly forgotten how to do any of it.” He tilts his head slightly, eyes settling on him again. “Talk to me. What made it a bad one.”

Jack knew not to touch his eyes, but reflexes were hard to kick in the butt especially when you still had to deal with the patient and your own world going black with all that came with that.

He couldn't really talk. It was just irritating everything. The sensation was not foreign to him, he had been sprayed before, but that was years ago during training.

"I'm gonna head to my place to grab a shower and all the stuff I need to make food." She had promised her famous wings before these two shit days had happened. The ones that she'd prepped before work and homemade sauce for because it was that serious. Cooking was very serious to her. "I'll be at your place in an hour tops. Do not be asleep when I get there, got it?"