Re: coffee: sam & neil
She'd argue about that perfect moment thing. She knew she'd had a few along the way, yeah? But maybe she just felt everything too fucking much. She tried not to, but there wasn't a lot of logic behind that shit. Life was probably easier his way, or she'd think it was, but he seemed to have his fair share of miserable without any of the fucking perks, and so she wasn't so sure. "I grew up in a shithole, and nothing was ever close to perfect, baby. I think it's maybe personality, not nurture or any shit like that. I'm greedy, yeah? I want everything. You're passive." She said it fond, because that was just who he was. And for all her giving him shit about wanting more, she wouldn't actually change him or anything.
Then he motioned for her to proceed with the whole fucking yelling thing, and she held up a finger in the universal gesture for wait. Finish the conversation first, yeah? Since she figured there would be managers or running or something once she started yelling. But the entertained gleam in her eye, that was definitely dangerous or whatever.
She got not being able to talk to therapists or group about everything. Most of the shit that screwed her up was completely fucking mundane, but she got it. She didn't apologize about the Micah thing, because she knew that was pointless. "After I broke Iris' face, I just kept seeing it, yeah? In my head. I can't imagine killing someone close up like that." Her voice, for once, was quiet, nothing boisterous at all, and she just touched a reassuring hand to his shoulder for a second. "Have you visited with Lou? He looks good now. Maybe it'll help, IDK, take away the bad memory?" She inclined her head slightly when he said it wouldn't be awkward to listen to her bullshit. "It's mostly stress for me. I get stressed, and I just can't deal. Which sucks here, yeah?"
But that look of innocence made her fucking laugh. "Jerkface," she teased, just because he hated that shit, and she had no reason not to believe him when he said he was happy with Meredith. But, whatever, seeing them in person should make that shit clear, yeah? And everyone would chill. "Ok, confession? I fucking hate punching and hair pulling, but it was a worst-case scenario, ok?" As for his mild offense, she just laughed again, like they weren't already drawing enough fucking attention. Another tap of toes to his chest, and she hopped up on the table in her bare feet and pink. "You so fucking thought I was going to jump you. That's why you were avoiding me." The table wobbled, and she put her arms out for balance.