MER.

     she reaches out to take the bottle from him, wasting no time in bringing the bottle to her lips and taking a long drink. pretty soon, the bottle is going to be empty and then where will they be? she has a hidden stash of tequila under her bed – with multiple people living in the house, it just makes sense to keep some all for herself – but her bedroom suddenly feels extremely far away. as the alcohol makes its way down her throat, her mind wanders to derek. things are messy between them – they might be working on the clinical trial together, but at the end of the day, he has rose to go home with. the thought makes her want to vomit but she instead opts for taking another drink.

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      her face remains impassive as he tells her about his mom. the last thing she wants is for him to think she’s judging or anything of the sort. hesitantly, she reaches out to awkwardly pat his arm once before pulling it back. at his question, she nods once, finger scratching at the table absentmindedly. everyday. she usually had no clue who i was. she pauses, mind flashing back to the evenings spent with ellis. you remember when she got her memory back? back when we were still interns? i’m pretty sure we still hated you back then. despite the seriousness of the conversation, she can’t help but laugh softly. it makes it easier, being able to balance the heaviness with some light-heartedness.

          he watches her as she downs what was easily a triple from the bottle, a somewhat incredulous, somewhat morbid laugh rattling within his rib cage. he wasn’t planning on drinking tonight   (   actually, he was planning to fall asleep at a decent hour for the first time in a long time   )   but there’s no way he can continue this conversation unless he’s too drunk to remember it in the morning. umber hues track her hand as she moves to console him, a gesture that doesn’t go unappreciated but DEFINITELY reinforces the fact that the only person who should do the comforting in this house is izzie. an equally awkward half-smile is offered up in return, gaze returning to the tequila bottle almost longingly. yeah, he needs to forget this happened.

          a swig is taken from the bottle in tandem with meredith answering, the alcohol leaving a familiar warmth within his muscles. another chuckle.      yeah, i remember. she thought o’malley was your freakin’ dad,   ❜   he tells her, words still tinged with laughter. sock clad feet find the floor as he ambles over to a cabinet, grabbing a bag of barbecue chips that he tucked away and tossing four in his mouth at once. the bag is held out for her to take from as he returns to his seat.       y’think i’ll carry my mom around with me in a baggie when she kicks it?   ❜   it’s said in jest, but well-concealed GUILT seeps into his bones. he can’t remember the last time he visited her; he assumes it was back in med school. the only thing that makes him feel better about that is the knowledge that aaron and amber are there with her.

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UNDERSTANDS.

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            faux exasperation paints across radiating features at the thievery, a disapproving chuckle & a shake of her head in tow. food had always been the one thing they never really discussed; it was some kind of unspoken understanding, a silent agreement. teasing him about his sly steals eased the tension that surrounded the basic human staple that seemed more like a PRIVILEGE to the two. she rips the sandwich in half & physically places it into his hand to prevent any protest. the mention of the homework she usually had no time to do due to feeling sick from the baby & working at the diner makes her stomach flip habitually. alex always kept on top of his schoolwork, regardless of what was going on at home (she admires him for that). she beams at him proudly before her reply.

            ❛ yeah, i actually finished it this time. i need to get my grades up, baby bump is giving me bad pregnancy brain.
            —— you’re still coming over later, right? we can study, i’ll make us some cupcakes … my mom’s working so you won’t be bombarded. ❜

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          his version of thank you consists of him leaning over and bumping her shoulder with his own & then waiting a beat (and only a beat) before sinking ivory into bread —— ravenous, lion and lamb. he would NEVER be this blatant about his hunger in front of anyone else. keen eyes tear apart families, and his siblings are all he has going for him; but izzie u n d e r s t a n d s without him having to say anything. maybe she isn’t privy to just how dysfunctional his parents really are, but it’s not like anyone actually is. he’s the troublemaker, the jerk, the bully. no one cares to look too close into the life of a bully. (no one but izzie.) alex shifts on the bleachers so that he is more or less facing her, gaze trained on her perfectly sculpted features as a second bite out of his sandwich finishes off half of what he was originally given, a muffled chuckle sounding.

               uh——    a moment as he recalls his schedule. wrestling practice isn’t until tomorrow & jimmy’s singing at the bar tonight, so he won’t be home with the rest of the family.     yeah——yeah, sounds good. your mom isn’t that bad, y’know.   

 

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