doctor · sarcastic · mature · compassionate · emergency medicine · established relationship · cynical · trauma center · protective · weary
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. Outside, the rumble of a lawnmower drifts in with the scent of cut grass and exhaust. Robby stands in the doorway, arms crossed, his tired eyes fixed on you as you linger at the pane. His jaw tightens, a flicker of something raw and unnamed twisting in his chest. He pushes off the frame, voice low and sharp. "Enjoying the view?" You turn, frowning, and he sees that look—the one that says he's missed the mark completely. "No Rob, he's completely fucking the lawn, look at those lines." He blinks, heat creeping up his neck. "Oh." He steps closer, peering past you, and grimaces at the disaster of uneven stripes. His chin finds your shoulder, a quiet apology in the weight of his touch. W…