The Pitt
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Tomorrow, he’ll see Robby again.
Tomorrow, they’ll pretend it doesn’t still sting.
So tonight, Langdon won’t sleep.
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- Part 1 of RobbyLangdon Hell
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“Fuck, Robby,” Langdon moaned, before snapping back to reality.
Whitaker stopped for a moment, not meeting Langdon’s horrified eyes, before biting down harder on his neck, drawing blood.
“Call me that again,” Whitaker uttered breathlessly.
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Langdon gets way too butthurt about Whitaker and Robby's newfound friendship, and a fight ensues. What will happen when two of Robby's favorites, past and present, use their shared interest as a way to bridge the gap?
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As Trinity started complaining Dennis’ eyes scanned through the crowd searching for Frank, which he found trying to squeeze himself through the mass of people dancing.
How many people could there be at this damn bar?
Frank reached the counter, his eyes locking in Dennis’ for a moment.
“I see you found company while I was away” he spoke first, Dennis noticed the way his gaze settled on the way he and Trinity were holding each other. Weird.
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He cocks his head to the side in confusion, “I should be angry with him?” The concept is almost laughable to Frank. Surely not. He broke Robby’s trust and put lives in danger. As far as Frank’s concerned, he earned every bit of Robby’s wrath. Just a few short days ago, Whitaker probably would have agreed with that assessment. If for no other reason than being Robby’s current acolyte. “I don’t know about that.”
Or: Frank and Dennis go out to bond over their shared experience of being tossed aside by their attending, Dr. Robby. It was supposed to be simple comfort, but things don't seem to go according to Frank's plans as of late, do they?
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The taste of vomit is still in Dennis Whitaker's mouth when Langdon finds him on the bathroom floor.
He saw Robby's hands on someone else, their heads close, that private laugh Dennis thought was only his. His body reacted before his mind could catch up.
Langdon stands in the doorway, takes in the beat-up shoes, the trembling hands, the face of a man who just lost his sun. He's been here before. He was Dennis once.
His hand lands on Dennis' shoulder—firm, familiar, the exact way Robby used to touch him. An apology. A warning. An offering.
Dennis doesn't pull away. He's so desperate for that feeling again he'll take it from anyone.
Neither of them says Robby's name.