Re: quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere
[Concern was surprisingly sharp when Mere fought to push herself up, into a sitting position, and he reached out in an instinctive, if illogical, gesture to stop her. She shouldn't be straining herself. It meant that Neil ended up meeting her hand halfway, and this time he wound his fingers in hers.] You don't have to do this on your own. [Guilt coated his words, even though he tried to scrape it away. He didn't want her to feel like a burden, but he didn't know how to make it sound like he really wanted this, like he was fully prepared to deal with his shit and stand by her.
Her saying that he didn't have to take care of her, it was what he wanted to hear. But, at the same time, it wasn't, and he didn't want to be free of her, he just didn't know how to handle the responsibility.] I want to be there for you. I want to be strong. [Mournful, because he wasn't.
He hesitated when she told him to leave, to get some rest.] Are you sure? I can stay. Sleep here.