Re: Log: Meredith/Sam
[Sam talked and Meredith, she listened. She listened and she watched and eventually, she just gave a smile.] Trying to play nice? Is that what you call what you're doing? And I'm not dragging him down. I'll be sober by the time I go home and he won't smell a drop on me. Though I'm sure you're gonna go tell him, because maybe if you make me look a little bit worse in his eyes, he'll go to you again, yeah?
[And there might have been more, at least until Sam touched her. Her lips pursed and for a moment, she was still.] I didn't know who the fuck he was in that dream. Had I known it was him, I would have run the other fucking way. As for my skirt? I'd rather be wearing this than wandering around with a tourniquet around my arm looking like a dirty little drug addict. [She paused, and her smile returned, just as nice as Sam's was a moment ago.] Oh, wait. That is what you are, isn't it?
[She took in a long breath, nostrils flaring before she settled and her shoulders relaxed.] So, again, I'll tell you. Don't fucking touch me, alright? Do you understand what I'm saying, or should I get out crayons and paper and draw you a damned picture?