“I want to be alone, Jack,” Robby said, short and sharp and pissy.
Fucking great. Apparently in the 45 minutes since Jack had last seen him, Robby had gone from devastation to anger. This would be fun.
“It’s nice to want things,” he drawled, deliberately light. “I wanted to walk out of Iraq on my own two feet, but hey. No plan survives contact with the enemy and all that.”
Robby turned then, looking at him over the top of the couch, face drawn, eyes dark in the low lights. “Yeah? You my enemy?”
Jack scoffed at the thought, setting the plastic bag on the bench inside the door, dropping his backpack to the floor, and then sitting down to take off the prosthetic. “Nah, man. Just a friend.”
Friend, he internally mocked. In a sense it was true, but it was also wildly insufficient.
Source: Bring Me to Life, by Alethia – The Pitt (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Adult, episode tag to the season 1 finale. This is pure perfection. I’ve been thinking about Abbot following Robby home at the end – this version is full of feels and hotness, my favourite combo!