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Robby stumbles into the dark bedroom, aching feet dodging slippers and bed frame legs by memory and stubborn will power alone.
He collapses into the cool empty space in the middle of the mattress, just barely dragging the pillow to smush over his ears before two alarms ring out. Shrill competing tunes shattering the short lived blissful quiet.
Robby's groan is muffled under the pillow but his hold is just loose enough to hear the sleep rough chuckle before a wide, callused palm slips under his shirt. Sliding in smooth circles over tense, stiff muscles.
He groans again when a smaller, softer hand stops the addicting motion in its tracks.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Abbot."
Robby can't help but grin into the sheets at the affronted noise Jack makes. Already picturing the pinched lips and narrow eyed glared from the safety of his hiding place.
"Ahh, correct me if I'm wrong but I distinctly remember someone begging for a break not hours ago. Not you?" Jack questioned, smugness coating every word. "Must have been some else. Emily? Emmett?"
Robby's laugh shakes the bed as the sharp slap of skin on skin fills the air. Jack hisses and grumbles over his stinging dead arm while Emery coos mockingly at him in the background.
"Still awake?" she whispering loudly, at the same time tugging up a corner of the pillow to peak in at Robby. Feigning sleep, he squeezes his eyes shut but not quick enough to miss the shit eating grin stretching across Emery's face, eyes shining like a menace.
"He's awake, alight." Jack confirms. Quickly joining in on their favorite game of torturing Robby.
There's a moment of loaded silence when suddenly, Robby's precious pillow is ripped away, exposing him to the warm yellow glow of Jack's bedside lamp and the devious looks on his partners faces.
It's all Robby can do to keep from groaning a third time at their antics as he rolls from his side to sprawl out on his back. Limbs warm where they've draped themselves over the other two.
Throwing an arm over his face with a huff, Robby grounds out his first full sentence since leaving the hospital an hour ago. Which in his opinion, is much too soon.
"Don't you two have somewhere to be? Like I don't know, at the hospital. Saving lives?"
They both cackle in his face. Emery the loudest. Robby shivers. Even if he could, Robby wouldn't hide just how that thrilling, carefree sound affects him.
Letting his arm drop to his side, Robby gazes up at his partners and feels his face flush warm with mild embarrassment and all the love at how fond he is of them. His people. His heart.
"There he is" Jack hoots, the corners of his eyes crinkling around his grin. "Our favorite little Idiopathic Craniofacial Erythema."
Emery smacks him again, a little softer this time.
"Not an official diagnosis." she chides, sharp eyes still trained on Robby's burning cheeks.
Pinned under their intense gazes, the room falls back into a gentle quiet. Robby feels the initial wave of heat beginning to pass. His body relaxing. Skin slowly fading from deep red to a soft tender pink.
That is until Jack opens his big mouth. Again.
"Kind of a pretty boy, isn't he?"
And really, Robby has no choice but to melt into the bedding, doing his damnedest to disappear into the safe haven of the mattress. The comforting press of Emery and Jack as they sprawl across him and flurry of kisses that follow, speed the process along wonderfully.
End.