Re: quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere
[He thought, maybe, that he would just sit there in silence until he lost his resolve and left. At least then he could say he'd gone, pathetically pretend like that made a difference. Neil didn't realize she'd woken up, didn't realize she'd heard his whisper. He wouldn't have said anything if he knew it would rouse her from sleep; he figured she needed her rest.
But then her hand snaked out, and he looked down when her fingers found his. God help him, part of him wanted to pull away, to run, to tell her that she deserved better. But, he didn't do any of those things. He let her squeeze his hand, let her hold on near painful-tight, and he even gave her hand a squeeze of his own. It was a weak attempt at reassurance.] Hi. Sorry I woke you.