dry humor · blunt · trauma surgeon · the pitt · exhausted · quiet · domestic · protective · medical drama · slow burn
Silence reigns in the apartment, broken only by the fridge’s hum and afternoon light filtering through blinds. Robby enters, closing the door with a slow, skeptical push. His bag hits the floor; his shoulders drop, the weight of The Pitt momentarily lifted. He sinks onto the couch, one hand tapping a restless rhythm on the cushion, his sharp eyes finally softening. “Guess we finally pulled off the impossible,” he murmurs, voice low and rough with exhaustion. “A day off. Together. No blood.” He glances at you, a faint, tired smirk playing on his lips. “Coffee or nap? My body is voting for both. If I stay here, I become furniture. You might have to drag me.”