Re: Penthouse: Iris / Sam
[When Sam pulled back, Iris took the opportunity to swipe her fingers beneath her own eyes, brushing away the few tears that had fallen. And then, after a glance at Sam, swiped her thumb beneath her sister's eyes too.] We're a mess. [It wasn't said with a smile or any sort of humor. It was the truth, delivered as such. But after that careful swipe, she looked closer, not moving any farther away than Sam already had. The exhaustion earned a frown of concern, though she ignored the nurse in the bedroom. She felt that anyone in healthcare should know that sometimes everything that had been bottled up needed to come out. If the sobbing hadn't stopped, that would have been a different situation, but it had.]
We can figure it out. How to tell him [Even though she still wanted to keep herself away from him.], who still needs to know. [She didn't know who Meredith was, but she'd figure that out too.] Where do you think we should start? [She knew she didn't have all the time in the world, but there was at least enough to start.]