Robby grips harder: "Tell me who you were with"
Dennis can feel his arm starting to go numb: "Trinity, obviously. You know this, or is your memory starting to go old man?"
He can't help but goad him on, knowing how possessive he gets. What he doesn't expect is for the grip to change from his arm to his neck.
Robby's voice is colder now, washing over Dennis with a faint sense of actual fear.
"Who." And the grip tightens again.
Dennis has to fight to get his next words out:"F-fuck, there were some other Med students there, i don't know."
Robby isn't satisfied with this answer. His grip is bordering on cutting of the younger man's blood supply now.
"Men?"
"Yeah, some, i didn't talk to them, i know you don't like it"
And that does the trick. The pressure lessens, and the hand starts stroking his neck in apology.
"Good. Tell me where you are going next time, I'll come with." Of course, he doesn't really need that information from Dennis, having installed a tracking app on his phone. Still, now he has an excuse to know.
He doesn't want anything to happen to his boy after all. He's so small and delicate and the world is so big and scary. Good thing he has Robby. What would he do without him.
Dennis has to suppress a grin. There weren't other med students there, it was just him and Trinity. But why would he waste the chance to see his boyfriend all possessive like this.
God, he's looking forward to seeing his neck bruise tomorrow.
