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Robby follows him as Jack starts working on the coffee, taking a seat at the peninsula that divides the kitchen from the rest of the apartment. “You still like it burned or have you gotten better taste since last time?” he teases, throwing a quick glance at Robby, who makes a face at him. They don’t do this often, crashing at each others’ places. Jack honestly can’t remember when exactly that last time was. Close to a year, he thinks, a Pirates game with a rain delay that then went into extra innings. It’s not that they don’t hang out when their schedules allow for it, it’s just that there’s always been more of a distance in their relationship outside work, like somehow the halls (and roof) of PTMC allow for more vulnerability than the halls of their own homes. “At this point I'll take whatever you give me and I'll like it,” Robby says, definitely with a grimace this time. ----- OR, five times Jack comes home to Robby unexpectedly at his place, plus one.

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