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Robby was late again. Dennis sighed, Robby had promised him he'd be home by seven thirty, eight at the latest. It was going on nine now. Dennis had the day off so he thought it'd be good if he cooked Robby a meal.
Dennis knew he loved Robby. He could see a future with Robby. He wanted to ask Robby to mate with him and maybe after he was further into his career, they could have a pup or two but recently Dennis had noticed how Robby was pulling away.
He started making excuses and canceling their plans, his messages got shorter, Dennis had thought he did something wrong at first. He gave Robby space but after a day he talked to him.
Dennis steers his thoughts away from the memory of that night, his cheeks flushed as he sat at the dinner table. The food had long gone cold in his wait for Robby.
Dennis should be angry. Robby broke a promise, but all Dennis feels is numb. Tonight was going to be different, he promised himself. Robby would see how good of an omega would be and change his mind.
He should have known this would happen. How naive was he? He should've seen this coming, the distance, the avoiding, but he thought Robby was different.
Was there someone else? Did he find another omega, that knew how to be a good one or maybe he found a beta, someone that didn't require a lot of attention.
He gets up when he hears the front door opening. He already knows whats coming and prepares himself for the hurt.
"Dennis," Robby's eyes widen, surprised at the sight of Dennis, the shock doesn't last long, though. "I'm sorry, I…I forgot about dinner," He clears his throat, looking anywhere but at Dennis. "Look, can we talk?"
Talk? Now, he wants to talk? They've had the same talk before, Dennis thought he understood him, how he felt, Dennis thought he'd do better. But he didn't, he broke his promise, what's there to talk about?
He doesn't say that, he can't, no matter how much he wants to.
"Sure,"
The word barely leaves his lips before Robby is sighing heavily, his shoulders tense as he says, "I don't think this is working. You're…you're clingy, and…while it was a fun, you're just not the kind of omega…partner I want to spend the rest of my life with."
Dennis flinches back, his mouth agape, a pang of hurt shooting through him at Robby's words. He was breaking this off because Dennis was clingy?
"But—"
The protest barely forms before Dennis can tell that Robby has checked out of the conversation. He said what he had to, what's the point of listening to Dennis?
"Okay," Dennis chokes out around the lump in his throat. He steps past Robby, his phone forgotten in his haste. He'd come back for that and the rest of his stuff later, he needed to get out of there, away from Robby.
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Dennis doesn't know how long he spends walking, it's late and darker than it was when he ran out of Robby's place. His arms wrap around him as cold air hit him. He was wearing a short sleeve short, he knew there was a chance he'd get sick.
Distantly, he can hear a voice calling his name, but he doesn't stop. He's too busy thinking of ways he could have been better. Sure, he knew of Robby's…habits but he was so sure that he was more than just a hook up to Robby. He even said it himself.
"You're more than just a hook up, baby. I love you," Robby had said and Dennis believed him. He thought Robby had actually loved him. Had Robby ever loved him? Was it all a lie to Robby?
"Whitaker!"
A hand grabs his shoulder roughly, causing him to jerk backwards, a sharp gasp leaves his lips as he turns to face whoever grabbed him. A shameful part of him hoped it'd be Robby, telling him that it was a mistake. That he truly did love Dennis and wanted—
Instead of Robby, like he had hoped for, he was met with the sight of Jack Abbot. Dennis didn't know Abbot well, they had exchanged greetings before at hand offs, and he knew that Abbot was a good friend of Robby's, might even be his best friend. Dennis blinks past the tears clinging to his eyelashes as he tries to focus on Abbot's face, his lips are moving but the words sound muffled.
"Dr. A—Abbot," He stuttered, the cold air hitting his face harshly, and he could see the distress on the older man's face, a purr built in his throat, to soothe both the alpha and himself. The warmth Abbot's body brings him is a relief as Dennis's legs buckle under him.
"Whoa, kid. I got you," He could faintly hear before his body relaxed against Abbot's. He could feel Abbot's arms wrapping around his waist. "Jesus Christ, kid. What are you doing out here in the cold?"
Abbot adjusts Dennis in his arms, taking on most of his weight as he lead him somewhere. Dennis whines, burying his face in Abbot's shoulder to escape the cold wind. Dennis dazes off as the two walk, it's only when he feels himself being lowered onto a couch does he realize where he is.
"Dr. Abbot—"
"You alright?"
Dennis pauses at the question. Is he okay? No, he's far from okay but what does he tell Abbot? He doesn't know the man well enough to start talking about his Robby breaking things off with him but he knows that Abbot would be able to tell if he was lying, Dennis had never been a good liar.
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to. Let's get you warm, okay?"
A warm blanket wraps around his shoulders and he tugs it closer, his gaze finding Abbot's, his lips parted as his eyes grew wet with tears.
"Thank you.."
Dennis sobbed and all but collapsed into Abbot's arms when the man reached for him. He should be ashamed, crying in another alpha's arms after his broke things off? He was never your alpha, his brain whispers traitorously. He pushes the thought away before his eyes slip closed. He can't find the strength to open them and the last thing he hears is, "You're safe. I promise, it'll be okay…you can get some rest," from Abbot before his world goes dark.