Re: coffee: sam & neil
"Yeah?" she asked of him being less passive. "Tell me what you're passionate about," she coaxed, and she wasn't just being impossible or whatever. She really wanted to know. All those fucking years together, and she didn't actually know what Neil was into or whatever, what he felt passionate about. Which wasn't the same as not being as passive, but it was close or whatever. As for not wanting to get the most out of life? She thought that shit was settling, yeah? But he rolled his eyes at her, and she laughed. Yeah, some shit never changed. "Meredith says you asked her out, and you were all about the love thing first. That's less passive," she admitted, and she said it with a lot less of the fucking emo on her shoulder than she would have before her year away; she wasn't mentioning it as a slight, yeah? Maybe as an accomplishment or whatever, and only a hint of old sting.
He said he hadn't seen Lou, though, and that was just so fucking old-school Neil. "Are you worried about seeing him? Like when you walk into the hospital to see a sick person, and you're nervous before you get to the door?" she asked, and then her smile grew wide. "Or are you afraid he'll do that fucking thing where he asks a million a questions about how you are, and it's hella harder to lie and pretend everything's cool in person?" she asked knowingly, before swinging her legs and whispering, "hella," for emphasis.
"Jerkface," was repeated when he nudged, but she said it with her nose in the air and doing her best and so fucking shitty imitation of his high-bred accent. Jersey and Scotland so didn't fucking sound right together, and she laughed after, which was probably just as juvenile, yeah? But there was this thing about Neil's deliberate calm that just made her want to ruffle his feathers. But he agreed to the date thing, and he said he hadn't been avoiding her, and now it was her turn to roll her eyes. "You were fucking avoiding me. You're only here because it would have been rude for you to say no to a direct request, baby." And more seriously. "If I get things better with Meredith, will that help? I can be more involved in the Lou thing, and I'll fucking make him at least be nice to her or I'll threaten to cry," she offered. "How much does that help with the tired thing?"
But his non-reaction to the yelling, that just made her laugh some more. "Please tell me you're at least needing to put some effort into being completely nonfuckingplussed," she said, even as she hopped off the table to stand on the seat of his chair, between his legs - or on his thighs, if he didn't make room. She just grinned as she watched the manager head in their direction, and she said absolutely fucking nothing and let Neil handle it.