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Dennis wasn't poetic, he was a step away from a country bumpkin (yes, Trinity had told him the meaning of that phrase during dinner a few months back after Dennis questioned her on it). He was raised in the small town of Broken Bow, he didn't know a lot of un-medical related words or phrases, he had spent most of his childhood doing chores, or for lack of a better term working. He was good at working, mindless exercise that could make your brain fuzzy under the sharp and heavy gleam of sun.
So no, Dennis Whitaker wasn't poetic, but looking at Dr Robby holding the sweetest baby Jane Doe with this look of fragile love?
He could write essays and books, songs dedicated to the sheer amount of feelings the picture of Dr Robby cradling the baby to his chest like she belonged there, a painted sun from the pedes wall behind Dr Robby like a halo, making him seem divine even under the bright hospital lighting.
Dennis was lucky that Dr Robby wasn't a god, because he would quit his job as a doctor and put his theology degree to work. Spend the rest of his life kneeling at the altar of Michael Robinavich until he finally kicked the bucket regardless of his dreams of becoming a doctor. Cause a life kneeling to Robby didn't sound that bad, sounded amazing actually. Though despite the unrelenting want of Dr Robby filling his bones at the moment like bone marrow, he still had a job to do.
“Uh, Dr Robby? Ms Dana said she needed your help with something at the nurses station.” Dennis said, eyes not leaving the man's face, studying the slight shift in the crows feet crinkling from the small shut-eyed smile he gave Dennis.
“Sure, just give me a minute.” Dr Robby responded, voice soft and gentle like he was afraid of waking the baby in his arms. A pang of guilt flashed through his chest as he wished it was for him too, but Dennis pushed it down with a nod, going towards the front desk to tell Dana that Dr Robby would be over soon. The response that Robby gave, repeating over and over in his head like a broken record.
'Give me a minute.’
'Give me a minute.'
For a man like that? Dennis would wait forever.