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Wordlessly, Dennis opens his arms to her. She falls forward, leaving her forehead to rest against his shoulder. They don’t hug. They never really do. But for them, this is enough: Trinity’s breathing evening out as the silence stretches out between them, Dennis looping one arm around her shoulders and patting her head gently. It’s a comfortable dance they do around their pasts, of memories they’d prefer to only allude to. Dennis thinks of it less of avoidance, but more of leaving things in the past in favour of making brighter futures, of living days that aren’t entwined with the existences of their ghosts. Maybe one of his brothers would call him unrealistic. Maybe they’d say that all roads eventually lead back to Broken Bow. Dennis has dreams of being a dreamer, though.
Dennis comes back from a night shift to find Trinity crying in her room. He's still not entirely sure on how to approach the whole comforting people when they're crying thing, but he'd like to think that he's doing the best he can.
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dennis whitaker's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day by cj_spoons
Fandoms: The Pitt (TV)
05 Jan 2026
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Santos doesn't find Whitaker on the eighth floor after PittFest.
He's managing, seriously. He's fine.
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Robby is starting to feel old. Or not starting to - he is old. He's trying to figure out some complicated relationship with Jack and deal with the pressure of the pitt and his own aching body, and then he finds Dennis Whitaker spontaneously presenting as an alpha. Fuck everything.
Or: Dennis Whitaker learns to ask for what he wants.
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Trinity thinks that might be the end of it, and she turns her head—ready to mutter out a goodnight, go collapse in bed, contemplate the terrible decision that landed her in this awkward predicament.
A terrible decision she’d make all over again.
Fucking damn it…
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“You’re lying.” Whittaker whines.
“I’m not! I’m not! Just..” Robby smiles, flicking his cigarette. Whittaker hums, a sort of ‘go on.’
“He reminds me of you, when you first started.” He says, carefully neutral. And Whittaker almost gets defensive before he realizes Robby isn’t entirely wrong. Robby smiles, nudging him with his knee.
Whittaker blinks at him a few times. And then, then he says something that neither of them had expected in the slightest.
“Does that make him your new favorite?” He asks, quietly. And it startles Robby. They stare at each other for a moment. Whittaker looks nervous, like he regrets even speaking. And Robby, he doesn’t quite know how to respond.
Slowly, Robby takes the last drag off his cigarette. Huffing as he presses the ember against the wood on the bench between them. He flicks his head and hums. Whittaker watches him quietly.
“You really have matured.” Robby snorts, and Whittaker frowns, crossing his arms and leaning forward to catch Robby’s downturned gaze. Before he can throw a fit, Robby speaks.
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Dennis and Robby smoke together after their shifts.