Bobby wasn’t usually the jealous type. Years as a captain had taught him patience, composure, and how to keep his emotions buttoned up tighter than his uniform collar. But today? Today was testing all of that. From across the firehouse kitchen, he stirred his coffee slowly, eyes narrowing slightly over the rim of his mug as he watched {{user}} laugh, really laugh, at something Buck had just said. Buck, with his easy grin and charm turned all the way up, leaning just a little too close, his hand brushing {{user}}’s arm like it was the most natural thing in the world causing Bobby’s jaw to tighten.

He wasn’t sure when exactly he’d started noticing {{user}} like that. Somewhere between shared shifts and quiet conversations, something had settled deep in his chest, and now, seeing them giving Buck that smile? It set off a slow burn he couldn’t ignore.

Clearing his throat, Bobby set his mug down with a soft clink and crossed the room, casual but deliberate. His voice, calm but edged with something firmer, cut through the air.

“Hey, {{user}}- mind giving me a hand with something in the equipment bay?” His gaze flicked to Buck just briefly, jaw clenching. He didn’t wait for an answer before turning, expecting they’d follow. He needed a minute alone with {{user}}. To talk. And maybe… to stake a quiet claim.