https://archiveofourown.org/works/83057436
Robby calls eight times. Jack answers on the ninth. Somewhere between the Pitt and the roof, something breaks in them again.
This won't fix it. This won't help it. This isn't healthy. And this isn't okay.
But for a few brutal, breathless minutes, it’s enough. The Only Language We Have Left on A03 by three_piece_suit





























