Eisen felt a little triumphant when Lexie told him that he continued to amaze her, and was barely able to fight off a bit of a blush. That just meant he was doing things right, he supposed. “I do my best,” he insisted, watching her with a soft smile. It was funny. Normally, seeing someone in a hospital setting was unflattering. But he was realizing, as far as Lexie was concerned, it was hard not to be drop dead gorgeous. Of course, that didn’t change that he’d give just about anything for her not to be here, but it was as it was. “Any time you want a nice dinner, you just call and ask.”
Half the time, Eisen chastised himself for feeling the way he did for Lexie and for being as obvious as he felt like he was about it. When she’d been with David, it felt something like a knife to the chest, and that had obviously kept him from saying anything. Now, though? She was still fresh out of it and still hurting. He knew, of course, that if he waited too long, he might miss his chance, but he didn’t want her to feel any pressure to give him any sort of answer she didn’t want to give. Being her friend was the best thing he could do. If the chance ever arose, he’d take it. But until then, he’d wait as patiently as he possibly could. Patience and I never really got along, he thought.
Eisen chuckled and nodded when she suggested that he be the official flash card holder. “That is such a prestigious position, Miss Tibbits, are you sure I’m ready for the pressure?” he grinned, pushing some hair from his face and giving a smirk. It faded quickly when the look on her face darkened and he instantly felt guilty, until she brightened up a bit. The guilt didn’t go away, but he felt a little better about it now. “You will be. I know you will.”
There was an odd look in Lexie’s eyes – something that he couldn’t quite place – and he lowered his own shyly to keep himself from getting the wrong idea. “I’ve been told that a few times…” he admitted. “I tend to remember the important stuff.”