Meredith Janssen (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ex_perspecti86) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} rooms, |
[She didn't say anything in response for the longest time, listening instead, to his words, to the way he moved, the rasp of skin against skin, the shift of his body in the uncomfortable hospital chair. Meredith knew that even if he said he wanted to be there, even if he wasn't good at this, that being here wasn't good for him. She knew that, knew that this was hard for him, and after everything that had gone on, didn't he deserve to remove himself from the things that were hard, at least for a little while?
A fold of the blanket was worried between her fingers and she was quiet before she spoke.] There are things you are good at, Neil. You- you should go where you're more comfortable. It's- It's really okay. Being here isn't good for you, I know that.