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Folks, is there a gif of giffset from The Pitt S1E1 of Robby telling Mel to ignore Abbot’s “talk to me after your shift” comment bc Abbot had a rough night & is having an ongoing existential crisis?
And if that doesn’t already exist can I pretty please beg one of you absolutely wonderfully talented gif makers??
-robby drools in his sleep but he doesn’t get any on jack
-robby runs cold so when jack’s hot he’ll use robby as an ice pack almost (and robby will wake up hot and sweaty from jack)
-even when their schedules dont add up, they’ll always wish each other a good night/good morning text or just say it in passing when they’re changing shifts
"Oh," Jack said, once he'd peeled back the brown paper wrapping. "Well, it's, uh. It's woollen. Got good thermal resistance. Thanks, Robby."
Jack's ma had raised him to be specific and prompt in his thanks for any gift received, but the unforeseen flaw with that life advice, Jack now realised, was that you had to be able to tell what the gift was.
"Yeah?" Robby looked shockingly bashful for a grown-ass man whom Jack had seen just this past shift float a transvenous pacer as deft and as calm as you like, with all the authority in his voice that came from years of experience. What a difference a couple of hours and sitting down with a cup of coffee in Jack's kitchen could make. "I mean, if you don't like it that's fine, I know I still have a lot to learn. But I thought that yarn was a good blue, it'd go with those cargo pants you wear all the time."
"It's a sock," Jack said, as realisation hit. He looked down at the woollen lump in his hands. He didn't know much about knitting, but he'd had as much general sock experience as the average person for the first 32 years of his life and he didn't think that socks generally had these, well, proportions. His heel didn't protrude that much; his foot had the standard factory-install number of toes. But this, apparently, was a sock. A sock with an incredible number of dropped stitches for something made by a man so good at suturing that Jack wouldn't bet against him being able to do so a perfect running suture on a wound with his eyes closed.
"The woman at the yarn store said that most people start with making squares because they're easier." Robby sounded faintly bemused, scratched at his cheek. "But I thought, sure, but then what would I do with a bunch of wool squares?"
"So you made me a sock," Jack said. Its appearance and the fact that it looked like it existed in several dimensions beyond the usual three aside, the sock was incredibly soft. It didn't feel at all like it was made from the kind of cheap acrylic stuff that his niece sometimes used, along with an abundance of glitter and glue sticks, in her grade-school crafting projects. Jack didn't think this was bargain bin stuff.
"My therapist told me I needed a hobby," Robby said with a shrug, and it was a testament to how much work he'd been putting in over the past few months that he could now say my therapist without looking like just the shape of the words on his tongue was going to make him puke. "Didn't say it couldn't be a useful hobby."
Of course, there was still lots of work to be done.
"You made me a sock," Jack realised.
Robby flushed. "I wasn't trying to be pointed, or a dick, or... Just, making that one took me a solid month so I thought I'd get feedback from you before I started the second one."
"Feedback?" Jack placed the lumpy quasi-sock down on the kitchen table in front of him, smoothed it out as much as he could with careful hands. He thought about how Robby had worked on this for weeks and weeks, for him. He cleared his throat. He said, "My, uh, my therapist has also been encouraging me to find alternative hobbies that aren't—"
"Being fucking shot at in the defence of a bunch of cut-price TVs?"
They were not having this argument again, so Jack said, "Only the thing is, I don't think I need a hobby right now. I think what I need is… Well."
"What?"
"Pete says that I'm possibly very service-oriented and my sense of duty is maybe a bit over-developed—"
Robby snorted.
"—so he gave me some homework to do on like, doing something because I want to for me." Jack paused and wiped his suddenly sweaty palms on his thighs. "And, and it took me a few weeks but I realised that TEMS, all of that, I wasn't doing it because I was bored. I was doing it because I was lonely."
People knew what to do with grief better than they did when it came to loneliness. They'd bring you a casserole and tell you how sorry they were the week after a drunk ran a red light and killed your wife, but there was no script to follow for so you've never lived alone in your whole life before but boom, you've got a three-bedroom ranch all to yourself, the perfect size for the kids you'll never have now. His sister told him he had a standing invitation to come visit them in Oklahoma City for the holidays, but there was no one around that Jack felt would ever offer him the same thing for seven on any random Tuesday. Except—
"But you should know first," Jack said, "this isn't because I'm lonely in general. It's also not because of the sock, although it's not not because of the sock, it's about you and me, and—"
Robby squinted at him. "Jack."
"Fine, okay, whatever, fuck words," Jack said, and he stood, leaned across the kitchen table, and he kissed Robby. His best friend, his confidant, the voice he could orient by in the darkness, and it was weird to kiss someone with a beard but it was hot, too, turned Jack on even before Robby made that little noise in the back of his throat and kissed him back and oh, oh shit, Jack had fucking genius ideas that—
Robby pulled back, eyes heavy-lidded, and said, "Really?"
"Yes, really," Jack said, teetering on the edge of the rest of his life, "yes, you, totally."
Robby reached up and cradled Jack's cheek in one hand and such a simple gesture shouldn't make Jack's eyes sting, but it did. "Bedroom?"
Jack nodded fervently but said, "One condition."
"I'm listening," Robby said, but given that he was already standing, fisting Jack's t-shirt in one hand and towing him out of the kitchen, Jack was fairly sure the agreement here was a mere formality.
"All the socks come off first," Jack said, and Robby laughed, bright and delighted, and walked faster.
• favorite thing about them: Is saying everything cheating? If I have to pick one thing, it’s probably how much he cares about the people around him and how he works so hard to do whatever he can for them.
• least favorite thing about them: This is probably projecting, but how much he resists letting those same people care about him drives me nuts. It also makes me a hypocrite lol.
• favorite line: “People don’t always respond to trauma the way you expect them to.”
• brOTP: Trinity. Their father/daughter-esque relationship is amazing. And also Jack. Even though I ship the hell out of them, they’re still besties and I love it.
• OTP: Rabbot
• nOTP: Honestly, probably another other ship other than Hucklerobby. I just want him with Jack (or barring that, Dennis).
• random headcanon: Robby keeps a box of trinkets and papers that are important to him on the top shelf of his bedroom closet. He has items relating to his grandparents, Jack, Dr Adamson, and Jack’s late wife.
• unpopular opinion: I honestly don’t know? I feel like “unpopular” depends on what side of fandom you’re on tbh. I don’t know if this is unpopular or not, but I really don’t want him to leave for his sabbatical; while I want him to take time off, I want him to stay close to home and the people who love him.
• song i associate with them: Knockin’ On Heaven’s Door - Eric Clapton
• favorite picture of them:
JACK
• favorite thing about them: I love how he seems to spot when people (aka Robby) are bullshitting him.
• least favorite thing about them: Um, probably how he seems to me to be refusing to acknowledge that he has not in fact properly dealt with his own shit. My dude, you are not doing okay.
• favorite line: "You gotta find somebody to help you dance through the darkness..."
• brOTP: Parker and Robby
• OTP: Rabbot
• nOTP: Samira
• random headcanon: I imagine that Jack met Robby overseas when Robby was with MSF and that Jack fully intended to blow Robby off as a FNG. But Robby blew him away with his personality and skills, and BOOM instant BFFs as far as Jack is concerned.
• unpopular opinion: Again, I think “unpopular” depends on which side of fandom you’re on, but I think that Jack is much more conservative in thought, even unconsciously, than Robby.
• song i associate with them: Heart And I - Robbie Williams
Domestic rabbot where they try to leave food for each other in the fridge so that the other has something to eat at work
Rabbot but sometimes when Robby comes home from his shift jack is still awake because on some days jack just can't sleep, but the moment Robby crawls into bed and brings jack closer to him he's gone in 15 minutes.
Jack who always makes sure to check his phone despite being busy at time in the middle of his shift because what if something bad happens at night?
"Never trust your head past 9 pm." he'd say, and Robby gives him one look. "If that was true, you wouldn't be working."
Rabbot but some days when either of them comes back home they're not in the right headspace to talk and the other will completely understand.
When Jack and Robby started dating there were quite a few of 'two steps forward one step back' moments, especially with Robby as Jack tries to make the poor man understand it's okay to want things.
Robby "I'm not that bad of a snorer" and Jack "I don't talk in my sleep."
They'll go back and forth about keeping their bathroom clean and tidy because the other will keep leaving their stuff around (Jack ends up tidying it), but then it'd get messy again right after.
Periods of time where it's either takeout or cooking meals for each other for the next 2 weeks. There's no inbetween.
Passing ships in the night rabbot where sometimes their scheldule does not want to cooperate, but Robby will always make sure Jack gets a kiss goodbye.
i love his humor and his general ease in the ER that isn't easy to come by for others. but I'm also a HUGE admirer of him being a, what I like to call, "robby robinavitch patroller".
least favorite thing:
he can be a little bit of an ass sometimes and I'm not a fan of all the swat stuff.
favorite line:
"yes life can suck. it can be unbearable, and brutal, and ugly, and heartbreaking. but it's also beautiful, and hilarious. and that woman today...her baby, they'd both be in the morgue if you hadn't been here. that's us. that's you and me. that's what we're here for."
brOTP:
him and dana!! i love them. also him and ellis/shen but we don't get very much of them together. crossing my fingers for s3.
OTP:
rabbot-pilled asf 🙂↕️
nOTP
i don't really have one.
random head canon
I've always seen him as a pick-up truck driver. i feel like a lot of fanfiction I read assigns that to him and it's just been ingrained in my head lmao.
unpopular opinion:
his mental health is actually pretty bad and therapy is not all sunshine and rainbows for him as people may think it is. he's just a lot less obvious in public. but I Know that man absolutely loses it in the comfort of his own home. police scanner to bed guy, you cannot fool me.
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