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@rabbit-bitxh sent: Frantic knocking rapped across Marks door, the attending holding his son close as he his body rattled with every hard cough that intrrupted his crying. Robby offered an almost desperate look to the attending as the door finally opened. "Help, please... I can't get him to stop coughing... he wont stop."

Mark's barely out the shower when he hears the rapid knocking at his apartment door, quickly throwing on a pair of sweatpants and oversized jumper as he practically scrambles to get to the front door, half tripping over his own big feet by the time he makes it and opens it up to see who's there.

"Robby?" He can't deny he's surprised, though his eyes drop to the infant in the resident's arms, and bemused confusion quickly switching into high gear, hurriedly gesturing for the man to come inside. "Living room. I'll get my stethoscope." The change from Mark to Dr. Greene is instant, he nods towards the main living room area and disappears into his room to grab his bag, bringing the whole thing with him.

Robby. The man she keeps running into like it’s coincidence, even though it’s started to feel like something else. She remembers the first time clearly, the way his eyes looked. Tired. Heavy. Like he was carrying something he didn’t talk about. That look isn’t always there anymore. It still shows up sometimes, quiet and distant, but more often now it’s softened at the edges. Easier. Warmer. And she’s noticed, maybe more than she should, that it happens when they’re together. Talking. Just existing in the same space.

She turns the last corner, already scanning ahead out of habit, a flicker of anticipation tightening her steps. This is where he usually is. But he’s not. Robin slows, brow pulling faintly as she looks around, the absence catching her off guard for half a second before she spots him a few steps down the block, walking toward her. Relief comes quick, chased by something lighter, and she straightens slightly, a smile already forming by the time he’s close enough to hear her.

“I beat you today,” she says, a little proud, a little teasing, like it matters more than it should.

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He's rushing for the elevator, sneakers squeaking on the floor as he runs. He tosses his half-empty cup of coffee in a trash can as he passes by. He sticks his hand out to stop the doors from closing, and the doors sense his hand and open back up.

Jack sighs a bit in relief and steps onto the elevator, stethoscope falling off his neck. He fixes his stethoscope and looks up at the numbers above the door. He glances over and spots Michael. A small smirk crosses his lips. They were rivals, and Jack always found a way to annoy or agitate the taller resident as often as he could.

Jack opens his mouth to speak, but ends up stumbling and bumping into the other as the elevator jerks to a sudden halt. He shoots his hands out to try to catch himself, but his hands land on Robby's chest. He quickly drops his hands from his chest, moves toward the elevator buttons, and tries to hit the door-open button, but nothing happens. "Damn it." He sighs.

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Jack goes quiet for a second at that—not pulling away, not shifting much at all, but something in him stills like the words hit a little deeper than they should.

He doesn’t answer right away.

His arm tightens just slightly where it’s wrapped around him, a subtle pull that brings Robby closer without making a point of it. His thumb brushes once along his side again, slower this time, more deliberate. There’s a quiet exhale, something heavier than before, like he’s choosing not to say something instead of just letting it pass.

“Yeah,” Jack murmurs finally, voice low, softer than it was a moment ago. “That’s okay.”

He tilts his head just enough to rest more fully against him, eyes still closed, but there’s something more aware in the way he settles now. More present. Like he’s not just drifting anymore—he’s choosing to stay right there.

“…missed you too,” he adds after a second, quieter still, almost like it slips out before he can stop it. His hold doesn’t loosen. If anything, it stays just a little tighter as his breathing evens out again, like he’s letting himself have this—just this—without overthinking it.

"So , apparently you don't have a best friend? " He sips his beer with practiced innocence. "Quite rude , man , you're a like a brother to me, and you tell those residents things to hurt my feelings ...rude...very rude."

Nothing, well almost nothing passed by Jack without him noticing it. When Robby stated to Langdon that he had no best friend, there was a shake in the force. The grapevines of Perlah and Princess made it to his ears. He sat preciously on that information with the entend to torture Robby with it at their next hang out.

@rabbit-bitxh sent: "Aren't you suppose to be doing homework with Jerry?" ER!Robby >:3

The teenager's perched quite happily on top of the desk at the nurses station, long legs swinging back and forth as they dangle down the side, just sat there watching the comings and goings of both staff and patients, as well as getting a lot of attention from the nurses as per usual.

Though as soon as he hears that familiar voice, he practically jolts, head turning as a warm smile washes across his face. "He got called away for something. Or... I think he might've said something about a turkey sandwich?" John muses with a growing grin, hands lightly clasping the sides of the desk.