Jack Abbot who is so not tech savvy. He didn’t even know what Instagram was until you downloaded it on his phone, insisting he needed to have one so that people could keep up with him. The only picture that had ever been posted to it was one you took of him that day just to have something to post.
Jack Abbot who never uses Instagram, but is always complaining about how the app just looks like a camera, and how he “already has a camera” and “why did they make so many damn camera applications?”
Jack Abbot who loves to take pictures of you after you’ve fallen asleep in his arms, either to admire later or to tease you with when you wake up. Always snapping a quick pic of you snuggled up, face pressed into his chest with messy hair and drool sneaking onto his skin.
Jack Abbot who didn’t bother to put his readers on first. He just opened the camera app and took the picture before locking the phone again with a content little smile. Neither of you even knew anything was amiss until hours later when you got a text from Trinity that was just a bunch of question marks. You opened instagram to find a picture of you clearly wearing very little clothing in his sheets, sleeping on his chest.
Jack Abbot who swears he’s just going to delete that damn camera app as you both sit with HR to officially declare the relationship between the night shift attending and his star R2.
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