the first time jack flirts with dennis he’s standing behind him while he stitches a patient, redirecting his hands every so often & providing unnecessary commentary. he says something along the lines of “yeah, just like that,” in a low voice, smirking when he sees dennis’s neck flush. robby’s head snaps up, he’s heard that tone about a thousand times before & it always means trouble. in response, jack steps a little closer, lays on the praise a little thicker, cataloging robby’s reaction like he just discovered something interesting.
a couple nights later robby gets a call from an unknown number. when he answers it his concern at hearing jack’s voice quickly morphs to shock when he tells him that he just fucked robby’s favorite subordinate, who moaned robby’s name while he came. “you might want to save this number,” jack adds in a smug voice, “i’m calling from his phone,” then hangs up before robby can even begin to form a response. he presses a hand to his forehead as a headache begins to form. fuck, he thinks, tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.