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Dr. Robby nods slowly, eyes flicking down to the butt of Dennis's cigarette. "Thanks, Whitaker. I like that idea, actually." He plucks the stub from Dennis's fingers and reaches behind him to deposit it into the metal ashtray attached to the building. He always tosses Dennis's smoked cigarettes for him, even though Dennis has never asked him to. Their fingertips brush together as he takes the cigarette and Dennis bites back a shiver. "You're welcome," Dennis responds. Still riding the high of that split second of finger-on-finger contact, he says, "And, uh... You can call me Dennis?" He's so nervous that he poses the statement as a question. "If you ever wanted to. We aren't technically inside the hospital, so. Technically not working. Out here I'm just Dennis." There's a new look on Dr. Robby's face that Dennis still can't figure out. "Right. Dennis." A few seconds of silence. "Then you could call me Michael." Dennis doesn't know why Dr. Robby is okay with him calling him by his first name. Or why Dr. Robby—Michael—is so adamant on giving him a ride home from work. Or why in the world Michael just texted him good night.

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