Archive of Our Own ^beta

Summary:

Robby is still asleep, probably still curled up like a cat on his side of the bed but facing toward Jack’s side. Robby always tended to turn toward him, no matter where they were — like it was instinct; like it was inevitable.

Jack remembers asking Robby if he believed in soulmates. The minutes without a response stretched between them sticky and long, like taffy, until it finally doubled back on itself with Robby saying, “I’m here with you, aren’t I?”