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Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch

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resident robby. let's, please.

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resident robby. let's, please.

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hells yes

kinda sorta

a wee bit

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Voting ended onJun 5

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Robby’s expression shifts the second Frank asks the question, something tired and guilty flickering across his face before he can hide it properly. He exhales quietly through his nose and drags a hand back over the side of his neck, eyes dropping briefly toward the floor like he suddenly hates that this is where they’re at now. “I was pissed,” he admits after a moment, voice low and honest instead of defensive. “Not at you, exactly. Just…” He gestures vaguely with one hand, frustration curling loosely through the motion before falling away again. “Everything. Myself. The situation. Pick one.” A faint, humorless huff leaves him. “You just happened to be standing there while I was spiraling.”

He watches Frank carefully as he edges closer, noticing immediately that he still doesn’t come all the way over, and that lands harder than Robby wants it to. “Frank,” he says more quietly this time, pushing himself upright off the counter enough to close part of the distance himself. “You don’t have to manage me. I know I can be an asshole when I’m stressed, but I don’t want you standing there scared to talk to me because you think I’m gonna snap at you.” His brow furrows slightly as he looks at him, something softer slipping through the exhaustion. “That’s not what I want us to be.”

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The words hit harder than Robby expects them to. Not because they’re unfair, but because they aren’t. For a moment he just stands there, jaw tight, eyes fixed somewhere past Frank while everything settles between them. A tired breath leaves him before he finally nods once. “Yeah,” he says quietly. “You’re right.” His gaze lifts again. “I know you’re trying. I know how hard you’ve worked to get back here.” His brow furrows slightly. “And I am proud of you, Frank. More than I've probably ever said out loud.”

He looks away briefly, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “The problem is that if you were still screwing up, this would be easy. I'd get to be angry.” A humorless huff escapes him. “But you're not. You're doing everything right, and I still keep waiting for the floor to drop out.” His eyes find Frank's again. “That's not on you. That's me.” The admission is quiet but honest. “I trusted you completely, and I haven't figured out how to get all of that back yet.” A small pause. “Doesn't mean I don't want to. I'm just not there yet.”

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I'm working from home this morning and then I have the second half of the day off. I'm going to be here for the most part queuing drafts and tackling my inbox.

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ships for Robby plotting out some dynamics for Shen would love to do some things with Leo, Alex, & Robin

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am i intimidating?

hells yes

kinda sorta

a wee bit

not at all

mays button, pls no touch

Voting ended onJun 5

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The younger man had already been sporting a grin which only grew when Robby moved closer to him. Close enough that he felt the fabric of his hoodie brush against his elbow. He wished he could get closer but they were at work. And as much as he loved his job it did tend to get in the way of hitting on the hot ED Chief from time to time.

"That is a harsh assessment Dr. Robinavitch," Bill replied, sparing a glance up towards the other doctor's face before he looked back towards the new intern. "How long do you think if I sic Garcia on him?" That was pretty much a guarantee that they'd never see him again. And she'd do it too just for the love of the game. He'd grown really fond of her the more they spent time together and she seemed to return the sentiment. "Oh! Or Park. I'm sure I could get him down here if I cut him in," the younger joked. "Unless getting surgery involved is considered cheating? I know how strict you ER people are about things like that." The surgeon could tell that Robby was tired yet he still couldn't help but to tease him just a little.

Blue eyes focused back on Michael — lingering this time — at the nudge just as he leans forward to rest his forearms on the counter in front of them. "And here everyone thought this was where HR rules went to die." It really could be an entirely different world down here when compared to the rest of the hospital. "Besides, how will they know if you don't tell them and I don't tell them."

Bill smiled brightly and placed his hand on the counter, palm up, in a silent invitation for a shake. "Time starts now?"

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A quiet snort slips out at the mention of Garcia, his head shaking once as he glances back toward the intern. The poor kid immediately startles when Whitaker brushes past him carrying blood tubing and barking for someone to move faster. “Okay, Garcia is absolutely cheating,” Robby mutters, amusement pulling more openly at the corner of his mouth now. “That’s not an educational experience anymore. That’s psychological warfare.” At the suggestion of Park, though, he groans softly under his breath. “Jesus Christ, don’t give Park a reason to come downstairs and terrorize people recreationally. He already does that for free.”

His shoulder bumps lightly against Bill’s again as he talks, brief and familiar in a way that comes naturally now despite the hospital around them. “And for the record, surgery doesn’t get to participate in this bet because you people enjoy fear too much. There’s something deeply wrong with all of you.” The bright grin Bill shoots him earns a softer look in return before Robby catches himself lingering on it a second too long. He drops his attention toward the outstretched hand instead, huffing another quiet laugh through his nose. “Oh, this is a terrible idea,” he says, even as he shifts the chart under one arm and slides his hand into Bill’s without hesitation.

Warm fingers close around his palm in a firm shake, and almost immediately the intern’s voice cracks somewhere down the hall in audible panic. “Wait—what do you mean he doesn’t have a pulse anymore?!” Robby closes his eyes briefly like he’s physically pained by how fast that happened. “…Two minutes and thirty-six seconds,” he says flatly, already losing the bet.

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Robby is halfway through a cup of coffee when Bill walks into the room. His eyes immediately track over to him, and the corner of his mouth twitches. "There he is," he says. "I was starting to think Neurosurgery had finally claimed you as a permanent sacrifice." He takes another sip before adding, "I was about ten minutes away from checking the OR schedule to make sure you hadn't moved in."

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The door opens just as Robby is pulling a clean scrub shirt over his head.

"Jesus Christ."

The words come out automatically, muffled briefly by fabric before he manages to get his head through the neck hole. He straightens and immediately spots Frank standing in the doorway. A tired look crosses his face as he drags a hand through his hair. "You know they invented knocking for a reason, right?" he asks dryly.

The attending's lounge is otherwise empty, half his locker still hanging open behind him. A discarded set of blood-speckled scrubs is draped over the back of a nearby chair, evidence of a shift that had already gone on too long. Robby glances at Frank, then at the still-open door, then back at Frank again. The expression on Frank's face is what finally does it.

Then the corner of Robby's mouth twitches.

"You gonna stand there looking traumatized, or did you actually need something?" he asks. Any potential embarrassment has already lost the battle against amusement. They've worked together long enough that Robby isn't particularly bothered by being caught changing. If anything, Frank looks far more uncomfortable than he does.

"Relax," Robby says as he reaches for his ID badge and clips it back onto his scrub pocket. "You accidentally walked in on a middle-aged trauma surgeon changing shirts, not a crime scene." His brow lifts slightly as he studies him. "Although, judging by your face, you'd think I'd just shown you something medically concerning."

The grin that follows is small but genuine. "Should I be offended?"

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starter call! give this a like for a very short starter with Robby!

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starter call! give this a like for a very short starter with Robby!