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Space Date
Space Hospital was an awful show. It wasn’t even so bad it was good. It was just bad. Despite that, Jack enjoyed watching it, mostly to make fun of it. He’d developed his own little drinking game for every time the characters did something that didn’t make any fucking sense no matter what universe it was supposedly set in or what made-up species they were treating. Robby gave Jack endless shit for watching it, but he also put up with watching it, mostly for Jack's snarky comments and the opportunity to get handsy.
The midseason cliffhanger episode was airing that night, so obviously they were spending their Friday night watching it. He’d made shakshouka for dinner because it was easy, fast, and had plenty of protein and veggies, but also wasn’t likely to give Robby heartburn if Jack made it mild. Robby had never mentioned anything, but Jack had noticed the bottle of antacids in their bathroom cabinet getting more empty and he knew he wasn’t the one chewing calcium carbonate tablets like they were Necco Wafers.
They’d finished their meal and the show and their glasses of beer were empty when Jack pushed the button to turn off the TV.
“The most unrealistic part of that entire episode was how well-stocked the supply room they fucked in was. I mean, I don’t even care that you’d have to be double-jointed to get into some of those positions, alien or not. No one has that many boxes of gloves just sitting around.”
The midseason cliffhanger episode was airing that night, so obviously they were spending their Friday night watching it. He’d made shakshouka for dinner because it was easy, fast, and had plenty of protein and veggies, but also wasn’t likely to give Robby heartburn if Jack made it mild. Robby had never mentioned anything, but Jack had noticed the bottle of antacids in their bathroom cabinet getting more empty and he knew he wasn’t the one chewing calcium carbonate tablets like they were Necco Wafers.
They’d finished their meal and the show and their glasses of beer were empty when Jack pushed the button to turn off the TV.
“The most unrealistic part of that entire episode was how well-stocked the supply room they fucked in was. I mean, I don’t even care that you’d have to be double-jointed to get into some of those positions, alien or not. No one has that many boxes of gloves just sitting around.”
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Since Robby was gesturing with his spoon, Jack took the spoon away from him and got a bit of ice cream out of Robby's bowl, then ate it before handing the spoon back to Robby. It was good ice cream. It didn't quite go with Scotch, though, which he discovered when he took another sip of that to wash the ice cream down. It wasn't bad, but it didn't go well.
"I don't think that's gonna be on any dessert menus any time soon."
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He knows Jack well enough to almost be able to read his mind when that smirk shows up on his face. He rolls his eyes as Jack takes his spoon, but he holds the bowl out so that it's easier to scoop some ice-cream up.
"Bet it goes better with the bourbon," he says, reaching for his glass and holding that out, too. Even after all these years, the idea of drinking bourbon with Jack has almost a Pavlovian effect.
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“When I bought that bottle, the clerk asked me if I needed to apologize to someone for something. I decided not to tell him that I bought it after you apologized for something. I’m not sure bourbon is an apology liquor anyway.”
Maybe anything could be an apology liquor.
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"Once again, I apologise for being an asshole," says Robby, and he means it, too. He might not be particularly open about talking about his feelings, but he can admit when he's wrong.
Sometimes, anyway.
He leans in and kisses the hinge of Jack's jaw.
"But looks where it got us."