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Dennis was normally skilled at keeping his personal life separate from his work, though a marriage is a much larger secret to keep than a few hookups. As of November, he had been Dr. Robinavitch, responding to both Whitaker and Robinavitch in the ER. This would not have been an issue only if his attending and husband wasn’t sporting the same last name.
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It was 2 pm, hour 7 of Dennis' shift exaustion weighed on him, he sat charting at a desk across from where Robby stood. Robby took a glance at his watch before training his gaze on Dennis, shooting him a half-hearted smile that was returned in the form of a tight frown. Robby stepped around an oncoming gurney, resting his elbows on the countertop, peering over the laptop for a quick look at the screen.
“I'm super behind.”
Dennis grumbled, his head bowed into his hands. Robby gave a incoerant sound of acknowledgement, walking around to stand at Dennis' side, sliding a hand onto his shoulder, hoping to offer a semblance of comfort.
“I only had to change scrubs once so far, so I guess that's a plus.”
Dennis spoke, raising his head to meet Robby's eyes. The man had the sort of eyes that would drag you into the, in dimmer lighting, such as a bedroom lit by a lamp, one might be able to see the soft flecks of gold that resided in them.
Just as Robby opened his mouth to reply, Dana's voice rang out over the hustle of the Pitt.
‘Dr Robinavitch, we need you in Trauma 1!”
Both men raised their heads, she huffed
“Robby”
He nodded at the clarification, patting Dennis' shoulder as he strode off. Dennis shook his head. They really needed a better way to differentiate between their last names without confusing all of the new student doctors.
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It was 3:47, Robby stood by his truck, face illuminated by his phone, glasses precariously perched on his nose. He opened the passenger door for Dennis, walking around to the driver's side. The truck rocked slightly as he ducked in. They were met with rowdy rock music and a blast of cool air as he turned the key. For Dennis' sake, he had stopped taking his motorcycle to work, switching it out for an old pickup truck; it reminded Dennis of home.
“You good with eating out for dinner?”
Dennis nodded absemindly watching the cars speed past them out the window. Robby frowned, flipping on his turn signal.
“You alright, just seem a little out of it today.”
Robby asked, voice laddened with concern. Dennis shifted in his seat, turning to his side to face Robby, who was trading back and forth between looking at the road and at him.
“Yeah, just work.”
Dennis muttered, watching as Robbys brow furrowed, the crows feet that decorated the skin around his eyes defining themself as his did. He turned into a small diner, one that they frequented after shifts. His grip was tight on the wheel, knuckles white.
“How about we get food and then go home and watch one of the shitty movies in my collection, you can pick which one.”
Robby offered, hoping to raise his spirits. Dennis bobbed his head in agreement, waiting as Robby once again crossed the front of the car to help Dennis out of the passenger's seat.
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They sat on the same side of the booth, a habit they had picked up ever since their first date. Dennis, picking apart his chicken and waffles, Robby halfway done with his newest pick from the menu; grill pimento cheese sandwich. Dennis didn't understand how he could just try new things like that; he was loyal to his food, staying with the same choice each time.
“We need to figure out something with the whole name situation.”
Dennis said after gulping down half of his Diet Coke, Robby raised his eyebrows promting him to go on;
“I just think it might be a tiny bit confusing…?”
He questioned, hoping to salvage the conversation.
“I might have an idea; I'll talk to Dana about it tomorrow.”
Robby said, a smile creeping its way onto his face.
“What's the idea?”
Dennis asked; what on earth was he up to this time?
“You’ll see tomow”
Robby said, gently nudging his shoulder into Dennis’s, who huffed. He never liked surprises, but then again, he hadn't liked physical touch unless it was from Robby, so there was a chance he wouldn't hate this ‘surprise idea’ too much.
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Robbys leather couch was where Dennis spent half his time outside of work. He had moved in shortly after they began seeing each other, to the dismay of Trinity, who would relentlessly text him to ‘come home’ followed by a sad face. The movie was the least of his worries; one they had seen a million times, horrible sfx made a supposed horror movie into a comedy. Robby had fallen asleep, head lolled back. With a sigh, Dennis clicked the Tv off, settling into Robby's side, pulling the blanket over them. He would definitely regret falling asleep sitting up when he inevitably woke up with a crick in his neck the following morning.
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Dennis walked out of the staff room to the sight of Robby conspiring with Dana, a grin on her face. She pointed over His shoulder at Dennis. Robby turned, throwing up a thumbs-up at him before bolting off into an exam room.
“Just tell me end my agony.”
Dennis pleaded to Dana, who shook her head in amusement.
“No can do, kid, my lips are sealed.”
He grumbled, looking at the list of patients, trudging to deal with a possible wrist fracture that would turn out to be a wrist fracture, along with a broken femur that just happened to be left out of the form.
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Trinity galavanted into the breakroom
“Hey, Young Robinavitch!”
She greeted over her shoulder, giddy with herself. Dennis' mouth fell open in shock
“What..?”
She grinned
“What haven't you heard? The new protocol, you got yourself a new sweet nickname, catch you later, Huckleberry!”
She slipped out of the room, practically skipping down the hallway. Is this what Robby meant by an idea? He surely hoped not.
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Robby watched as Dennis angrily marched down the hall towards him
“What the hell did you do?”
Robby snickered
“Don't like the alternative?”
He joked, taking pride in the reaction he was getting out of Dennis
“Don't like is an understatement, it sounds like I'm about to go play T-ball for some shitty small towns team.”
This earned him a laugh from Dana, who was not so sneakily eavesdropping on them; she looked over her monitor.
“This is really entertaining, but they need you in Trama 3 ‘Old Robinavitch’”
Dennis shook his head. This was going to drive him crazy.