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"Robby was pretty out of it when he got here, so we gave him fluids and stabilized him as best we could, but once he regained consciousness, he's been noncooperative. You're his sexual health contact, so I figured you could step in."
All the breath left Jack, the room going cold at one more shock to the system. "But—I'm his emergency contact," he tried, because maybe the kid had misunderstood. He and Robby had talked about being emergency contacts, of course. But a lot of people didn't even list sex contacts because they weren't commonly needed, so registration treated them as optional. Jack didn't have one. Robby had never said a word about that.
Which made sense because he and Jack weren't fucking like that.
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Delusional, this entire thing. Like some Make-A-Wish dream. I'm going to kill myself tomorrow; here's what I'd like for my last day on this mortal plane. To be fucked by a man who hasn't seen him that way in years. To stand in the shower and have someone wash his hair. To eat one last breakfast. To be held. And Jack, pitying him, still, because Robby's always been the one of the two of them who can't handle shit.
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03 Jun 2026
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Fantastic and cathartic
and he can't say what he means which is that it barely hurts, it doesn't hurt at all, I just don't want you to die, you're the only reason I'm still here.
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“You are such a fucking asshole.” Steve says, but again there’s no venom behind his words. It comes out like an observational statement, like they’re back in Freshman year biology marking down the anatomy of the frog they dissected. Looks like spaghetti, Steve had said while they stared down at the guts in front of them, and even now Tommy can’t eat spaghetti without thinking of it. “You know, believe it or not, Eddie doesn’t treat people the way you do. He wouldn’t even think to.”
Tommy scoffs, does an eye roll of his own. “Yeah, I’m sure he’s real sweet to people before he gouges their eyes out."
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01 Aug 2026
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Compelling deeply repressed perhaps-never-to-be-unearthed homoerotic desire here. Male friendship fascinates me
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The weird thing about nights like tonight, though, is that they might be cursed but they’re also the only time Jonathan ever gets to see Steve Harrington without it being unforgivingly awkward. Even if seeing him involves being the one helping him onto a hospital exam table and then standing to the side to provide clumsy emotional support, Jonathan will take it.
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In the aftermath of the Fourth of July, Robby embarks on his three month sabbatical. The plan is to ride across the States and up the Rocky Mountains to Canada. His hope is that he'll know what he's doing by the time he gets to Head-Smashed-In.
As fate would have it, he doesn't make it past Montana.
OR: Robby goes on his little death tour only to crash his motorcycle in the mountains of Montana. What follows is a trip to a rural ER, a no nonsense doctor with an eye for silver linings, and an involuntary three week pit stop on the path to oblivion.