Re: quicklog, fast & the furious: louis d, neil d, & cris m
[Jesus Christ. Silent exasperation, even though Neil wasn't particularly religious. He supposed he believed in God, to a degree, but he wasn't a regular churchgoer and he didn't feel guilty about using Jesus to express mental frustration with the entire situation. Worry gnawed at his nerves, left him more short-tempered than he usually would've been.] Louis didn't know Sam was sick until after, Cris, do you really think he'd put her health at risk like that? I understand that you're worried about Sam, but you're not the only one. [And Meredith, again, being brought up, it made him bristle, and he wished he'd just shut up about her. It was a sore wound, that, and he didn't want to talk about it here and now and with him.] What am I supposed to do, nothing? Sam posts all over the goddamn journals about MK needing help and she's obviously in trouble and you want me to, what, ignore it? Me being here, it has nothing to do with Meredith. Despite what you think, I do bother with her, and you don't even know what happened! You have no idea!
[He stared, expression twisted into one of disbelief and disdain.] What? [And then Cris was saying he thought it was about him, his feelings, and he shoved him; Neil glared daggers, and he shoved the other man's hands away before stepping back.] Don't fucking touch me. You assume you know me, you assume everything, and it doesn't matter what I say or what I do. Fine, Cris. I'm selfish. I'm hurting Sam. You're right. [He threw up his hands. What else was there to say?
When Cris took his anger out on the water cooler, he let him. He stood back, and he watched. Maybe someone else would have tried to comfort him, but Neil was certain that would only make things worse. Instead he turned away, gaze searching for somewhere to sit. Better they wait this out in silence, in his opinion.]