I think Robby should accidentally slap Dennis on the ass. He truly wasn’t paying attention when he did it, and he only realized what happened when Dennis helped and looked up at him in shock
Santos and Mo witness it, and from the looks on their faces, Robby is seconds away from getting down on his hands and knees and begging them not to go to HR
Trinity refuses to let Robby around Dennis for weeks until he pleads and states his intentions with her favorite person. Mo keeps Dennis with her, so Robby has to go around by himself while Samira runs interference
Robby of all people asking Trinity if she’s been to trauma counseling recently lol. Lmao even. And the way she dodges the question almost the exact same way Robby dodged the psychiatric attending oh Dr Robinavitch. I fear you ARE the father
“Um, Dr Robby…?” Dennis stops Robby just before he’s about to ride off. His eyes darted curiously to the helmet that was very pointedly not on his head and still attached to his backpack.
Graciously, he doesn’t mention it.
“Hey, Whitaker.” Robby refrains from running a hand over his face in exhaustion. The kid didn’t deserve that just because he’s ready to ride off for his sabbatical. “You need something?”
Dennis shuffles, a soft blush on his cheeks, as he gives a cute, nervous smile.
“I know you’re going off for your sabbatical… three months, right?” Robby nods. “But… I was wondering if maybe we could get dinner when you come back?”
Robby stared. He never actually planned to come back to Pittsburgh and work in this godforsaken hospital again. He never planned to come back at all. He was going to…
“Like a date?”
Dennis let out a squeak, his cheeks flushing an even prettier color that Robby could not look away from. “Uh, if that’s okay with you? Yeah, a date.”
Robby rolled the idea around in his head. This… this would be something to come back to. He knew, logically, it wasn’t healthy to attach everything to this one man, but…
“Alright.” Robby unclips his helmet from his backpack and puts it on. It felt weird; he’s never worn it before. “I’ll see you when I get back.” His words sound like a promise.
Dennis does a giddy little shoulder shake that has Robby genuinely laughing for the first time in months.
“Oh, my personal number!” Dennis patted himself, frowned when he didn’t find anything. “Oh shit- I- uh.” While he didn’t have his phone, he did have a pen on him. “C-can I?”
Robby chuckled and held out his hand, watching Dennis hesitate to touch his hand before gently grasping it and scribbling down his number shyly.
“My trip’s supposed to be technology-free, but, if I find myself needing someone to talk to…?”
Dennis nodded eagerly, jumping slightly as Robby turned on his bike and revved his engine. “Be careful, Robby…” Dennis said softly, taking a step back and waving.
Robby gave a nod. While he wasn’t going to be safe at first, now he had a reason. He’d hate to make Dennis cry if he didn’t make it back.
oh dana, poor traumatised dana. don’t carry around scissors new girl, those can be used against you. here’s an acronym to keep you safe, new girl, and you better remember it because everyone we treat is seconds away from being a threat. “punchy is my new baseline” because maybe if you hit first no one will ever get the drop on you again. oh dana. do those off-colour jokes make you feel safer? or is it just that the constant threat of abuse and violence and rage has burned the compassion out of you? poor, poor dana. “a trail horse always finds its way home” even if home is killing you?
