
purposely did he go out of his way to avoid the cafeteria, avoid the attendings’ lounge —— avoid areas where his friends would be, eventually winding up in the rarely frequented hallway where he and the rest of his intern class used to congregate; and yet here april is, plopping down far too close to him. securing the food in his lap that it might not spill, alex moves over, shooting her a glare borne of distrust rather than dislike. it’s difficult for him to come to grey sloan at all. there are so many people who want to see his license REVOKED & being near them only makes it w o r s e.
( maybe that’s why he didn’t even bother showing up yesterday. )
❛ the hell are you doin’ here? ❜