Re: quicklog, vegas hospital (ocean's eleven): neil & mere
[There was a part of her that had expected him to leave. To refuse, to back up, to put distance between them. So when he stayed, Meredith had to admit that she was somewhat surprised. With everything that had happened in the last year, leaving would have been the smart thing to do.
But he stayed, and he came up onto the bed beside her, and she scooted over a bit more, hip pressed against one rail, giving him as much room as she could allow. He settled, warm and familiar even with the stink of alcohol, but not even that small bit of unpleasantness bothered her just then. It was still him, and she hated to admit how much it meant that he was here.
The bed was small, leaving little room for either of them, but she adjusted, situating herself on her side, an arm over his middle, head finding a pillow against his shoulder.] Shhhh. Just stay here. Be here. [There was meaning in the words that was heavier than she could properly articulate. Even though she felt at fault, even though she thought it'd be better if she simply left his world, it didn't keep this moment from feeling better than anything had felt in a long time. So she was selfish, greedy, but she was at peace for that moment and that's all that really mattered.]