Jack is catching a quick nap in the break room before his shift actually starts, hunched over the table in a way his back will definitely be complaining about later.
Robby on the other hand, is on the verge of exploding if he doesn't get a minute to himself. If he had a nickel for every MAHA moron that walked through those doors deciding that they were the doctor, that they "knew better" than his students and his residents, he'd be rich enough to remodel the whole of PTMC. He warns Dana. Dana tells him to take a break. And, fortunately, he seems to take the hint.
He finds Jack in the break room snoring quietly. The volume that isn't an interruption or disturbance, just background noise. Like leaving a fan running. It's there, it's noticeable, but it's not grating. He'd be lying if he said he didn't shoot the man a funny look though. There's no way that's comfortable.
The presence of Jack helped Robby settle. Like a therapy dog. They just lie there, doing nothing, but you feel a little calmer anyway. Co-regulating.
Robby filled a cup with some watery coffee and sat down in the seat closest to Jack, quiet as to not disturb him. Even so, he saw the man shift slightly. Hairpin trigger, safety always off.
As much as he didn't want to disturb him, he couldn't let Jack stay in that position. Chances are he'd wake up feeling like a used tissue, push through it, and end up worse off than before. He had a duty not to let him stay in such a state. Robby nudged his arm lightly, then a little more forcibly, an action that only earned him a grunt in response. It's like Jack knew it was Robby trying to wake him and was purposefully staying asleep.
"C'mon, man. You're gonna hate yourself for this when you wake up."
"No I won't." Jack mumbled back in that not-quite-awake manner.
"You will. Come on, sit up." Jack righted himself with a few crackles and pops of joints, a vague grimace on his sleep softened features. Robby had to swallow a laugh as he saw the red mark on his forehead where it had been resting against his arm and the glimmer of drool at the corner of his pursed lips.
"You got anywhere else to be?" Jack asked, groggy and ever so slightly disoriented. Robby paused, head turning to the door as though he expected to be called away immediately.
"Good." And with that, Jack rested himself against Robby's side, using the man as a replacement. His breathing slowed back down, eyes fluttering shut. Robby stiffened ever so slightly. "Let Al-Hashimi pick up the slack for the final fifteen."
"Don't drool on me." Robby huffed as he rested his head against Jack's, relishing the calm intimacy of the moment.
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