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“You’re not old, Dr Robby,” Dennis whispered. Their eyes met and Dr Robby smiled a little self-deprecatingly.
“I’m twice your age, Whitaker. I’m an old man. That shirt you're wearing? Probably bought it before you were born,” Dr Robby murmured, his eyes crinkling in that attractive way that always made Dennis’ heart race.
This close, Dennis could see all the aging marks on Dr Robby’s face. The gray in his beard, the deep lines around his eyes and above his brows, the thinning of the hair atop his head, the slight sagging around his cheekbones.
Old-man glasses slid slightly down his nose as the older man smiled.
Dennis had to have some daddy-issues, because he swore there wasn’t a man more attractive than Dr Robby in that exact moment.
“God, that’s so hot,” Dennis whispered without thinking, the words Dr Robby said bouncing around his liquid brain. Only when he saw Dr Robby’s eyes widen in surprise, his hand freezing on top of his shoulder, did Dennis realise what he said out loud.