Thank you! I just had this clear image of Izzie confronting him about it afterwards, trying to be serious about it but really just amused because, really, it's so like Alex to do something like that without thinking there's anything wrong with it, hahaha.
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Meredith looks up from his tie, which she's now retying for the fourth time in the past ten minutes, and says, struggling not to do something like rolling her eyes, "And you're asking me."
"You're my best man," Alex states. "Sort of."
"No, I'm good," Meredith says, tilting her head, reacquainting herself with her ego. "I can throw one hell of a bachelor party."
"You're the closest thing to a sleazy commitmentphobe in this room, yes."
"Which is exactly why I'm not the person you should be asking. I'm the dark and twisty one, remember?" she says, not even convinced herself.
"Oh, come on. You're... cloudy, and that's pushing it."
"You're not doing yourself any favors here," Meredith says, ceasing work on the tie.
"That's exactly what I'm freaking out about," Alex says, raising the speed of his words.
Meredith takes a deep breath and puts her hands firm on his shoulders. It's so weird to be doing this-even weirder because it's Alex. "Calm down. You're in love with this woman."
"Who's dying."
"So what? All that stuff about till death do us part, that's crap, Alex, and you know it."
"I really don't."
Meredith breathes in deep. "'Till death do us part'? Symbolic Christian propaganda, Alex. Not the point. When you go up there, you're not committing to spending a few years with someone. You're committing to forever. What you're saying is you're gonna stick to her forever. If she dies tomorrow, well, then forever ended too soon, but that's not what this is about. This is about you loving Izzie regardless of circumstance."
Alex blinks. "Right."
Meredith nods robotically. She's kind of weirded out that she came out with that, but it's not the right time to be self-absorbed. Not out loud, anyway. "Yep."
Alex blinks again, and blurts out, "I have no vows."
Meredith feels surprisingly composed this time, and repeats, "Just tell her you love her. However this came about, you love her. It doesn't matter how you say it, just let her know that you do, that you're in this with her."
Alex squints at some undetermined place behind Meredith's head. "Am I really?" he says, his face contorting into a grimace.
"Don't make me kick your ass, Karev."
Alex considers it, sighs-though it sounds more like a puff-and chuckles. "Dude, you're not even ashy," he says with a snort.
"Shut up," she says, "and go make your bride happy."
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"Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Meredith looks up from his tie, which she's now retying for the fourth time in the past ten minutes, and says, struggling not to do something like rolling her eyes, "And you're asking me."
"You're my best man," Alex states. "Sort of."
"No, I'm good," Meredith says, tilting her head, reacquainting herself with her ego. "I can throw one hell of a bachelor party."
"You're the closest thing to a sleazy commitmentphobe in this room, yes."
"Which is exactly why I'm not the person you should be asking. I'm the dark and twisty one, remember?" she says, not even convinced herself.
"Oh, come on. You're... cloudy, and that's pushing it."
"You're not doing yourself any favors here," Meredith says, ceasing work on the tie.
"That's exactly what I'm freaking out about," Alex says, raising the speed of his words.
Meredith takes a deep breath and puts her hands firm on his shoulders. It's so weird to be doing this-even weirder because it's Alex. "Calm down. You're in love with this woman."
"Who's dying."
"So what? All that stuff about till death do us part, that's crap, Alex, and you know it."
"I really don't."
Meredith breathes in deep. "'Till death do us part'? Symbolic Christian propaganda, Alex. Not the point. When you go up there, you're not committing to spending a few years with someone. You're committing to forever. What you're saying is you're gonna stick to her forever. If she dies tomorrow, well, then forever ended too soon, but that's not what this is about. This is about you loving Izzie regardless of circumstance."
Alex blinks. "Right."
Meredith nods robotically. She's kind of weirded out that she came out with that, but it's not the right time to be self-absorbed. Not out loud, anyway. "Yep."
Alex blinks again, and blurts out, "I have no vows."
Meredith feels surprisingly composed this time, and repeats, "Just tell her you love her. However this came about, you love her. It doesn't matter how you say it, just let her know that you do, that you're in this with her."
Alex squints at some undetermined place behind Meredith's head. "Am I really?" he says, his face contorting into a grimace.
"Don't make me kick your ass, Karev."
Alex considers it, sighs-though it sounds more like a puff-and chuckles. "Dude, you're not even ashy," he says with a snort.
"Shut up," she says, "and go make your bride happy."
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