Robby was a master of cards, poker or otherwise. It was a game of hiding yourself and masking your face behind a carefully crafted facade.
Wasnโt that just what Robby did every day? That was his life, hiding his emotions, not letting anyone else see the cracks that were โ
โ
โ โ โ Iโd imagine that the rest
โ โ of the staff would have our
โ โ heads if we played bop it up
โ โ here . โ a smile spread across
โ โ his face as he laughed , the
โ โ corners of his eyes crinkling .
โ โ thinking of them sat up here
โ โ while on break , slapping
โ โ
โ all the way up here.
But he backed away.
โGet some sleep. Weโll probably have another big day tomorrow,โ he said softly, running a hand through his hair. He looks at Langdon for a moment, soft, contemplative.
He moves towards the door, but lingers near the entrance for โ
โ
โ โ how is that fair ?
โ โ Iโm at my best here , Robby !
โ โ fine but if Dana complains
โ โ about My fidgeting and you
โ โ lose another pen , thats on you !
โ โ
โ that lingered within. A warm look reserved for Frank and Frank alone.
No, Frank wasnโt just his best resident. He might say that was all there was to it, but it would be a lie.
Michael didnโt have best friends, but if he did, it would be Frank in a heartbeat.
โ in close, they would only need a shorter knife to stab him in the heart. It had happened over and over again, heart broken for the very fact it was shared.
Maybe โฆ
Maybe he didnโt need to hide that part of him.
Not all the time.
Langdon wouldnโt do that, right?
Taking โ
โ the idea, and Robby was willing enough to try it.
โYou play me in cards and youโll get your ass handed to you, Iโll tell you that much.โ
Now that he was smiling that rosy glow was beginning to return to his face, the wrinkles around his eyes bringing out the gentle warmth โ
โ himself, even though he puts on a playful show for the people he interacted with in his day to day life.
Who knew him? Who really knew him? Moments like this reminded Michael that Frank was the only one who came close.
In his heart of hearts, he knew that if he let people โ
Best friend and best resident. For how quick Robby was to push everyone away, he had let Frank in closer than heโd ever meant to.
There was a kinship there. A willingness to exist in the same space, breathe the same air, share a smoke. Itโs more than Robby normally allows โ
โ
โ โ Quiet , as he was quick to
โ โ watch Robbyโs movements .
โ โ he probably looked in to the
โ โ other mans eyes a lot longer
โ โ than he had , in honesty โโ
โ โ Langdon found himself looking
โ โ to the man far more often than
โ โ he should have , trying to catch
โ โ
- sip from his beer.
Therapy ... he doesn't see it in the cards for him. Robby is so unable to open up to the people he cares about most. How would he fare opening up to a professional?
Not well. No, not well at all.
- there was never anyone more reliable than Jack.
"It helps, y'know. Talking to you."
It's a quiet moment of genuine acceptance, offering a part of himself in a way that rarely was offered to anyone.
But it is something fleeting, gone the moment he chooses to take another -
There's something crushing about Jack's words, the knowing that it will all happen again. But the fact that he isn't going through this alone...
It helps. It helps when the words come from someone just as lost as he is, and it helps when he has someone reliable to rely on. And -