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The first thing Jack notices as he wraps him in his arms is how thin Robby is. The slant of his jawline, sharper than it was when he left, and the way Jackâs chin rubs painfully against Robby's collarbone makes him sick. Heâs used to Robbyâs soft pudge of an underbelly, strong thighs that give way to a full ass, one that Jack has a tendency to grope and grab as they make dinner or curl together late into the evening watching tv, it makes Robby blush bright, ducking his head shyly into the crook of Jackâs neck. Robby makes the same action now, but now heâs clutching at Jack, sobbing.
âHi, baby,â Jack murmurs, nearly coos, as his palms splay across the bumps in Robbyâs spine, worrying.
Robby moans something into his shoulder, his voice cracking.
Robby lifts his head but stays close, their noses brushing, soft strands of hair falling into his eyes and tickling Jackâs cheekbones.
Heâs beautiful like this, laughing, the apples of his cheeks pink in the glow of the hospital light. Jack worries that itâs the first time heâs laughed in months. The thought reminds him of how thin Robby is in his arms.
âYouâre going to eat when we get home. Weâre going shopping and Iâm making you the heartiest fucking stew youâve ever had in your life.â
âJesus, Jack, you know, some people have told me I look good.â Jack can feel himself scowling, how dare someone tell sweet Robby, in the throes of grief, that he looks good? How could the physical manifestation of Robbyâs depression ever be good?
âYou always look good, but this isnât healthy, youâre practically skeletal.â he punctuates this by running a hand under Robby's scrub top.
âI look perfectly average.â
âI can feel your ribs,â he says it sterner than he means to, but itâs unsettling to return home from war to find that one of your only reasons for making it through said war has turned into a shadow of himself, âand I know you hate it but I love when you have a little bit of tummy-â
Robbyâs face turns pinker, âDonât call it that, Iâm not a child.â
âFine. Am I allowed to say that I miss your ass?â He tries to smile sweetly up at Robby, heâs fairly certain it comes across as wolfish instead.
âAre you seriously shaming me for not having an ass right now? While weâre on the floor?â Robby is fully giggling, Jack would fight through blood and shit and burn the whole world to see him happy.
âNo, Iâm saying you had much more of an ass, and a tummy. It was sexy and cute, and I love you no matter what you look like but I also really love your assâ
âJack Abbot, are you trying to seduce me into better eating habits?â Their foreheads are pressed together like something out of The Princess Bride.
As you wish, Jack thinks absentmindedly, caught up in the warm smell of Robby.
âMe?â Jack feigns offense, âHow dare you accuse me of such a thing? But while weâre on the subject, how do you feel about a full eight hours of sleep?â
This earns him another snicker, Jack is delighted about it.