Robby knows it's illogical. Walking into work and seeing Shen at the desk waiting to do a handover with him shouldn't be disappointing. He likes doing the handover with Jack. Beginning his workday with Jack is like downing an energy drink for breakfast; It keeps him going until he can clock out.

Thinking that way when he left Jack sleeping in their bed is why he knows it's illogical.

Shen has his is hands in his pockets, looking far too awake for the end of a twelve-hour night shift. He tries to think if he ever had that much energy, but the thought just tires him out more.

He hadn't slept well, thanks to a car alarm going off a few doors down every five minutes or so. He yawns as he glances up at the screen to check what kind of shitshow he's starting his day with.

Surprisingly, there are no critical patients, just rooms filled with broken bones, a food poisoning case, and a possible burst appendix. All completely under control. He really needs to stop underestimating Shen. He might still be a fairly new attending, but he knows what he's doing. He should at least. Jack trained him.

"Thanks," Robby says, deftly looping his stethoscope around his neck, "Hey, aren't you supposed to be back here for a swing shift in like six hours?"

"Thanks for the reminder, still trying to find cover. I have long weekend plans, and I really don't want to have to cancel on him for the third time this month. I really have a lot of making up to do," Shen winks.

Robby blinks. A handover with Shen really isn't complete without him oversharing about his personal life.

God, he needs coffee.

"Go, sleep, I've got it from here."

"Perfect, I'm gone."

Robby hasn't even put his bag down yet when Shen claps him on the shoulder and heads towards the lockers.

He scans the open-plan department, looking for Dana. She's always clocked in before him, but there's no sign of her. He knows it won't be long before she reappears. She never strays too far from the hub. Whilst he waits, he loops around the desk and sticks his bag under it.

He has an office, somewhere in the building, but it's too far from the ED, and so he barely steps inside it. He'd much rather be in the middle of the action so he can be there to deal with things as they arise.

When he raises back up and spins around, he's not expecting Gloria to be standing right there.

"Oh my God," Robby's hand flies to his chest. "You want me to have a heart attack, Gloria?"

He hates how stealthy she is sometimes.

"Well, you're in the right place for one," She says without an ounce of humour.

"And what can I do for you today?" He sighs.

"I'm here about the memo I sent over last week."