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Frank knows exactly what’s wrong; Robby must too. He’s been practicing medicine as long as Frank’s been alive, he knows abuse as well as he knows anything else in emergency medicine. And Frank won’t call it that, not really, but he thinks it on the quiet nights. He thinks it when his boss looks at him like that. He thinks it when part of him aches from being grabbed too hard, pushed, maneuvered. When he gets home late not only so she won’t yell, but so she’ll be asleep before she can suggest anything. He won’t touch her in bed just so she doesn’t wake, doesn’t reach for him. Doesn’t make him say no, not tonight. Please, Abs, I’m too tired, just to be cut off by a kiss. Hips straddling his. His consciousness retreating inside him so he won’t have to be present for his body betraying his fear of her. But he’s not at home in his bed; he’s not looking Abby in her murky hazel eyes he used to love. Frank is waiting for a case to take up more space in his mind than the fear. The cycle has been going on this long, he thinks it can go on a little longer still. Frank knows what abuse looks like, but it's a lot easier to ignore when it's you. Robby helps.

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