Fics like two trick pony

Robby could never mind his own damn business. It came with the occupation, afterall, being a doctor required the deepest form of intimacy. Needling inside people’s bodies with wires and pliers, fingers and scalpels and longwinded diagnoses. That kind of trust was not given freely. He had to be grateful for it, even with all that was thrown at him. So, forgive him if he pried a little too deeply into his loved one’s lives, because it was better than his fingers in their chest cavity, their body limp on his gurney. Better than cardiac failure or kidney ruptures or gaping, bleeding wounds that would cake beneath his fingernails despite how many times he washed and rewashed and sanitized his hands. That’s all to say, maybe he should have minded his business instead of eavesdropping on Jack’s quiet phone call on PTMC’s rooftop like a voyeur. But Robby cared, he cared deeply. Was that really so bad? OR: Jack and Langdon are together, Robby is not normal about it.

Fics like two trick pony

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