Re: quicklog, hotel: neil/mere
[For all that had happened, she didn't blame Neil for any of it. She knew that there were things going on, things that she didn't know about, and that he felt an obligation to help, to be there, to do whatever he could to assist. She hadn't been jealous or upset, and though it had been some surprise to know that Sam had been in their penthouse while she had been trapped in that door, she still wasn't mad. No, the reason she had left, the reason she had wandered wasn't because of what Neil had done or what he hadn't done. It was simply because she couldn't sit still any longer. She had to act instead of just reacting. And it had meant to be just a simple walk, some time away to clear her head.
It had turned into so much more than that.
By the time Neil arrived, Meredith had dropped into some sort of doze. Her red hair was a mess of tangles, dirty and unkempt, and her clothes were in a similar state. True to her word, though, her injuries were hardly severe. The pants at her calves were in a state of tatters, blood-stained from the little claws that had dug in, the nightmare that had become so much more. A little worse for wear, but healthy, all things considered.
The hand on her shoulder, the softly spoken words, they drew her from the light doze she had fallen into. Green eyes blinked, Neil coming into fuzzy focus, and before she could even think or say a word, she was moving forward, arms around his neck, her grip tight despite her exhaustion. She didn't cry, didn't burst into hysterical tears, but she wasn't letting go any time soon.]