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The first thing Jack notices as he wraps him in his arms is how thin Robby is. The slant of his jawline, sharper than it was when he left, and the way Jack’s chin rubs painfully against Robby's collarbone makes him sick. He’s used to Robby’s soft pudge of an underbelly, strong thighs that give way to a full ass, one that Jack has a tendency to grope and grab as they make dinner or curl together late into the evening watching tv, it makes Robby blush bright, ducking his head shyly into the crook of Jack’s neck. Robby makes the same action now, but now he’s clutching at Jack, sobbing.
“Hi, baby,” Jack murmurs, nearly coos, as his palms splay across the bumps in Robby’s spine, worrying.
Robby moans something into his shoulder, his voice cracking.
Robby lifts his head but stays close, their noses brushing, soft strands of hair falling into his eyes and tickling Jack’s cheekbones.
He’s beautiful like this, laughing, the apples of his cheeks pink in the glow of the hospital light. Jack worries that it’s the first time he’s laughed in months. The thought reminds him of how thin Robby is in his arms.
“You’re going to eat when we get home. We’re going shopping and I’m making you the heartiest fucking stew you’ve ever had in your life.”
“Jesus, Jack, you know, some people have told me I look good.” Jack can feel himself scowling, how dare someone tell sweet Robby, in the throes of grief, that he looks good? How could the physical manifestation of Robby’s depression ever be good?
“You always look good, but this isn’t healthy, you’re practically skeletal.” he punctuates this by running a hand under Robby's scrub top.
“I look perfectly average.”
“I can feel your ribs,” he says it sterner than he means to, but it’s unsettling to return home from war to find that one of your only reasons for making it through said war has turned into a shadow of himself, “and I know you hate it but I love when you have a little bit of tummy-”
Robby’s face turns pinker, “Don’t call it that, I’m not a child.”
“Fine. Am I allowed to say that I miss your ass?” He tries to smile sweetly up at Robby, he’s fairly certain it comes across as wolfish instead.
“Are you seriously shaming me for not having an ass right now? While we’re on the floor?” Robby is fully giggling, Jack would fight through blood and shit and burn the whole world to see him happy.
“No, I’m saying you had much more of an ass, and a tummy. It was sexy and cute, and I love you no matter what you look like but I also really love your ass”
“Jack Abbot, are you trying to seduce me into better eating habits?” Their foreheads are pressed together like something out of The Princess Bride.
As you wish, Jack thinks absentmindedly, caught up in the warm smell of Robby.
“Me?” Jack feigns offense, “How dare you accuse me of such a thing? But while we’re on the subject, how do you feel about a full eight hours of sleep?”
This earns him another snicker, Jack is delighted about it.
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