jack and robby have been in a game of gay chicken since they met at a med school party sophomore year and now they own a home together and fuck raw every night. they told me.
do you guys ever wonder just how many pipelines of old men yaoi (and by extension, yaoi) came off from hilson or johnlock like YOU GOTTA have at least came from one of em come on
For Robby, a hug from Jack is almost too overwhelming to really feel good. There is the proximity, the warmth, the strength, the others' smell, the touch, the care that is so evident through it all.
For Robby, each hug stays with him for much longer than he knows it should. They touch something deep within him that he tries to bury day in, day out.
For Robby, each hug is like a reminder to himself that no matter how hard he tried, no matter how hard he fights, he is still broken. Beyond repair.
To Jack, they're everything.
To Jack, they serve as a way to connect with the one person he couldn't bear to lose anymore.
To Jack, they're a reminder, a fucking neon sign screaming: This one. It's been this one for so long!!!
To Jack, they feel like the one time Robby doesn't actively try to slip through his fingers. Stops performing. Stops being Chief Attending Robby and truly becomes Michael Robinavitch.
Something that Jack has learned to treasure more than most other things.
To Jack, every hug is practice for the one he's terrified he won't get to give anymore. The one that would be too late.
Then there are the ones that mean something different to each of them. Those long ones, where neither of them really wants to let go first, yet fears to hold on for too long after all.
To Jack, those are an answer. The message of 'Still here. Still mine to hold on to.'
For Robby, they're a question he doesn't know how to stop asking himself. 'Why does this feel so much like home, when it's nothing I deserve to have...'
The ones that happen after a bad shift. Jack's hand on the back of Robby's neck, pulling him in without asking.
For Jack, it's nothing but natural behavior that almost happens on its own, whereas to Robby that's the most comforting and terrifying gesture at once.
After all, Michael is more than aware of the fact that somewhere, underneath all that careful burying of his emotions, he knows that Jack's arms are the only place he doesn't feel scared.
Robinavitch is an idiot for not realizing that all he has to do is ask, and Jack Abbot will swaddle him in some hospital sheets so tightly that he won't be able to wiggle free, and leave him in his bedroom with an Enya cd playing on repeat until he feels better.