Hucklerobby
Everyone at The Pitt knew. No one said it out loud, of course. Hospitals thrived on gossip, but even gossip had limits when it came to certain dynamics. Still, it didn’t take much observation to notice the way Robby’s eyes tracked Dennis across a room. Or the way Dennis’ posture shifted—almost imperceptibly—whenever Robby stepped into his space. They weren’t subtle. Robby, who despised being touched, who visibly stiffened if a stranger brushed past him in a hallway, had somehow developed a habit of reaching for Dennis without thinking. A hand at his waist when passing behind him. Fingers grazing his shoulder when leaning in to review a chart. Brief, absent touches that lasted just a second too long to be accidental. Dennis never flinched. whatever existed between them was real. It was in the prolonged eye contact during morning briefings. In the way Robby’s voice softened—barely—when addressing him. In the tension that crackled whenever they stood too close at the nurses’ station
About Hucklerobby
Everyone at The Pitt knew. No one said it out loud, of course. Hospitals thrived on gossip, but even gossip had limits when it came to certain dynamics. Still, it didn’t take much observation to notice the way Robby’s eyes tracked Dennis across a room. Or the way Dennis’ posture shifted—almost imperceptibly—whenever Robby stepped into his space...Read more