Re: coffee: sam & neil
It was fond, ok? The predictable thing, because it was familiar. He was a creature of habit, and she knew that, even if she'd spent a lot of fucking time trying to shake him up. But there was a difference between deliberate shake ups and the kind of fucked up shit that they tried to muddle through in Vegas, yeah? That kind of shit drove people insane or, in their cases, led to bottles and needles. She still wasn't sure he really liked his coffee black, though, because that shit tasted like dirt. "You talk more formal now, like you spent seven years with people who talk right in offices," she noted, but her grin didn't falter or anything. "It's hella refined, Neil." More grin, and more gapped-teeth in pearly white.
She followed his gaze to the bracelet, which she'd made herself. It was thin, worked until the links shone, but it was still obviously a medical bracelet. But it was so fucking like him, not asking. "You can ask, yeah?" And she chuckled about him jinxing them, though she felt a little better for having knocked on the wooden table. "I was gone a while, yeah? And it was quiet. I didn't want to come back to this chaos. I missed the people, but not the stuff that seems to follow us around here," she admitted, and she reached for the pencil when he stopped doodling, arm across the table and she didn't ask or anything. She just started adding details to his badly drawn cat, upside, down, whatever. Unthinking as he hesitated, as she waited.
"Lou's going to be fine," she said quick, looking up from the cat's collar she'd drawn and handing him back the pencil. "He's a tough, catty bitch, and he's going to be ok." She absolutely fucking believed that. "I'm not a complete basketcase now. I'll help with whatever." But the Meredith thing, that was harder because there was no good answer, no easy answer. "Lou's protective as fuck, yeah? I'll work on him being more accepting, but IDK he's going to be warm after that thing with her running off to another door." She sipped her coffee, and she considered him over the brim, inky eyes and like she was looking for something that staring too long might give her. "Am I allowed to ask about sex? Or is that too tacky for you now that you're old and sedate, baby?"