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“Whitaker, are you in h—oh.”
Dennis turns to see Robby in the doorway, his eyes round and surprised, gaze not meeting Dennis’s, but instead fixed lower on—
He looks at his body, following the trail of Robby’s gaze down the sloping lines of his top to the wide strip of his exposed midriff. Skin on display, pale and scattered with a few small moles and a light patch of hair that dips down below the scalloped edge of baby blue lace that peeks up over the waistband of his scrubs.
Fuck. Shit. Fuckshitfuck.
OR: Dennis likes pretty things and Robby sees him in them on accident.
