At first, it was nothing. Friendly little touches between coworkers.

But then Robby kept doing it.

Every time he’d see you, he catch up with you down the hospital halls and put his hand on your shoulder. Which should’ve meant nothing. Worst part is he seemed oblivious.

But you had hope.

Because the touches kept getting firmer, more closer to your bare neck rather than your shoulder.

“Hey-“ Robby called out, now walking beside you to your next patient. “Fair warning, I heard this next one is a fighter.”

.. His arm sunk around your shoulders, hand gripping onto one of them.