Fics like The Taste of Your Marlboro Menthols

Dr. Alex Karev passed between the railing’s bars and leaned against it, one foot crossed over the other, hands digging in his pockets to pull out a packet of Marlboro menthols and a lighter. Robby watched, a little entranced, as he lit up and took a puff, blowing the smoke out into the dark sky above them. His head lolled a little to look at Robby. “Want one?” he offered. When Robby didn’t answer, he shrugged and shoved the extras back in his jacket pockets, lighter in the right, pack in the left. He took another puff, breathing out, eyes closed as he savored the cigarette. Robby kind of hated his past self for deciding to quit. Then Karev looked at him again, startling, as if forgetting he was there. “Oh, shit,” he laughed, sounding almost incredulous. “We crying? Damn.” He used his free hand to palm at his suddenly wet cheeks. “What a shitty shift, huh?” “Uh, yeah,” said Robby, maybe feeling a little less embarrassed, now that the man was openly crying next to him as he drew in another hit from his cigarette. Robby shuffled back, leaning against the railing with his arms crossed. He brushed away his own tears. “It’s your first day, too,” he remembered.

Fics like The Taste of Your Marlboro Menthols

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