robby leans against the headboard, her arm draped over abbot's shoulder with her hand on his neck. the tv hums softly, its dim light the only thing illuminating the room. she isnt focused on the noise, instead honing in on jack's fingers running through her hair. her own hand moves down, slowly, brushing against the back of his shoulder. suddenly, she feels plastic, the kind of adhesive she knows far too well. she bolts upright, squinting at him in the dark. jack tries to play dumb, grinning up at her sheepishly. "you wanna tell me what thats about?" she asks, tapping the edge of the bandage. jack chews on his lip, trying to figure out how to word it in a way that wont freak robby out. "i... may have gotten shot at. mildly, i had my vest on. samira helped patch me up." hearing this, robby's face goes through several emotions at once. panic, concern, even.. jealousy. she folds her arms over her chest, letting out a small huff. "and why didnt you tell me? who else knows? did you even tell whittaker?" jack shakes his head, chuckling softly. "told samira to keep quiet about it, figured i didnt want to.. bother you at work especially with it being the day before your trip and all." robby's hand moves to pinch the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "hell's shake, jack. youre gonna be the death of me, yknow that?" she says, falling back onto the bed with a small ,,oof" as jack pulls her down, his arm resting over her chest protectively. she lets her legs lace through his, the two of them as close as humanly possible to eachother. her head rests on his shoulder, and she looks up at him. "next time, you come to me damnit..." jack laughs softly, nodding as he kisses her forehead.