Robby hasn’t been able to get his hands off Whitaker since his first day in the Pitt. It’s maddening, the way his hands are pulled to the young man’s shoulders, back, neck, arms like magnets. It’s been months of this, he would almost feel bad if he didn’t live off of the reactions his touch draws from Dennis. The way his eyes widen and his ears redden replay in Robby’s mind like a broken record at all hours, even shamefully late at night. He wants to say something, his infatuation is growing to a point where it’s damn near obsession, but he can’t. Not only is he nearly twice the man’s age, he’s his superior at work! It’s a million shades of unethical. That, unfortunately, doesn’t stop his mind (or his hands).

They’re off work now, just barely. Robby is grabbing his belongings from lockers, when Whitaker approaches.