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Jack caught Dana in the sunshine of the hospital bay, a cigarette between her fingers while she took a drag, her tired expression morphing into one of amusement that made Jack's own lips twitch in a sceptical smile.
"Long shift?"
"Oh, you have no idea, cowboy." Jack's eyebrows moved upwards towards his greying hairline at Dana's chuckle. "Good luck in there."
"What does that mean?"
Dana ignored Jack's demand by shaking her head. "Don't say I didn't warn you."
Apprehension filled Jack's stomach as he walked into the Pitt, only to find the usual chaos and business filling the space in a steady beat of familiarity. "Hey," he greeted Robbie, who was standing in the hall next to a hand sanitizer, arms crossed across his muscular chest, eyes narrowed while he continued to watch something across the hall with a clenched jaw.
"Hey." Robby offered his husband, voice clipped, drawing in Jack's attention.
"Any reason Dana wished me fucking luck in the ambulance bay and wouldn't explain why, only for me to come in, find everything normal and my husband, whom I haven't seen in two days glaring at who knows what in the middle of the Pitt?"
Robby opened his mouth and then closed it with a snap. "Oh, you'll see."
A minute passed, maybe two, before Jesse walked out of the patients' room, followed by a blushing Dennis. "Jesse and Dennis?"
"Nope."
And then Jack saw it. Stepping out of the patient's room, Frank appeared in the normal black scrubs, his once styled hair dishevelled after an eleven and a half hour shift, a couple of soft strands falling in his face, but what stopped Jack was the pair of black framed glasses Frank was wearing.
Jack blinked. "He ran out of contacts," Robby muttered darkly.
"I didn't know he wore contacts."
"No one did."
"Fuck." Jack muttered, patting Robby in between his shoulders with sympathy, his eyes never leaving Frank's form as he lazily moved across the Pitt, only to stop when Jesse called his name to lean closer and utter something that made Frank smile shyly and nod.
"That has also happened a lot."
"Give me five minutes to change," Jack promised before disappearing to get changed, only to return to the Pitt to find Frank talking to Dennis, laughing warm and rich to what the younger doctor was saying, his attention fully on Frank, the tips of his ears red.
"We could break them." Jack greeted Robby.
"Accidents happen." Robby retorted with a sharp nod.
"You are not breaking his glasses." Perlah cut in with exasperation. "He can't work if he can't see."
"...I'm okay with that."
"Robby can take him home; he'll be fine."
Langdon's laugh floated in the air once more. Perlah sighed. "Kailangan ko ng taasan."
"Mmmhmm," Princess hummed, making Robby jump where she suddenly appeared next to him. "Still think he looks like Superman." A dreamy expression settled on Princess's face, making Perlah snort.
Jack couldn't take it anymore. "Langdon."
Satisfaction bloomed in Jack's chest, low and deep, when Frank's head snapped up, his shoulders straightening before the taller man crossed the space between them, an unsure expression on his face. "Hey, Abbot, Robby?"
"You ran out of contacts?"
He gave a lazy shrug and sheepish smile. "Who has time to order more?"
"Unbelievable," Robby muttered. "Order contacts, Frank."
"I will eventually," Frank muttered. "It's kind of nice to wear glasses every once in a while. Don't have to worry about one more step in the morning."
"I like them."
Jack and Robby glared at Perlah, who smirked openly. "Jesse and Princess agree."
"And Dennis." Princess tacked on, cheerful with mischief. "Very Superman."
Frank fucking beamed.
Jack yanked out his phone, shoving it into Frank's chest, his fingers warm against Jack's skin as they brushed against Jack's hand in surprise. "Order your fucking contacts, Frank."