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Title: So All Your Words Get Noticed
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: George, Lexie
Word Count: 680
Rating: PG
Summary: Post 5x05. The silent treatment is killing him.
George has had a long history of blindness.
He’d been too blinded by lust to realize that sleeping with Meredith, with someone that scarred, was selfish, and would only cause more pain. He was too blinded by spontaneity and his father’s last wishes to realize he wasn’t marrying Callie for the kind of love that will last you. He was too blinded by hope and the flaws in his marriage to realize that sleeping with Izzie only served to complicate, and in some way ruin, their friendship.
But Lexie - she’s his blindspot if ever had one because he did not see that coming.
And now he’s got to walk into his own apartment and deal with not quite knowing what to say or do with her, which is fine because mostly she seems to be both avoiding and ignoring his presence (kudos to her for that because their apartment is small and yet she’s fantastically good at it).
Yeah, things have definitely changed.
It doesn’t take him too long to realize that his days are much worse without her. Or that his laundry rarely gets done (a miniscule but contributing factor in all of this). Mostly it’s the smiles and the optimism and the everything else that he really can’t get out of any of his friends anymore. He needs those things.
He kind of needs her too.
That has a little bit to do with why he goes into her room on day eleven of them not talking, also known as the day the heating in their crappy apartment breaks, bearing an extra blanket and a mug of hot chocolate. Because it’s early November and Seattle tends to lend itself to being cold pretty much beginning in October.
She stiffens and kind of makes this little sound in the back of her throat that more closely resembles a pet he once had rather than a human being. She bites her lip as she wraps her hands around the steaming mug and just looks at him.
Not a single word.
He stares at her for a moment, thinking this seems petty, especially for her, not to say anything at all even when he’s just doing something nice. It’s not like her at all, and that’s why he asks, or more like starts to ask, “Are you going to…” before trailing off into oblivion.
Lexie blows on the storm swirling off the mug and just simply says, “It’s your turn.”
His turn to what.
Oh.
His turn to talk.
It’s probably been his turn to talk for eleven days and, fittingly, this is the first time he’s hearing about it. Because Lexie’s the kind of person who gives people chances and lets them have sides and he’s always loved that about her; he’s just now realizing how it works in practice.
Right. He’s supposed to be saying this stuff out loud, not in his head. She’s expecting him to say something. Because it’s his turn.
“I’m sorry,” is apparently all that will roll off the tongue. She pulls the blanket tighter around herself, waits. At least she hasn’t thrown anything at him yet. “I’m sorry that I don’t always see what I’m supposed to. I’m sorry that you think I didn’t see you. I mean I did but I just got so wrapped up in catching up with everyone else, with that test and being a resident, and I don’t always notice things unless people tell me.”
She’s still quiet by the time he’s done and he stands there for a moment, waiting for a reply that he doesn’t get until he’s two steps from the doorway, and then it’s, “the heated blankets are in the closet on the second shelf. If you get cold.”
It’s the first time he’s heard her voice in awhile and it takes work to keep the grin from breaking out across his face. “Thanks.”
“Goodnight,” she says, when he turns to go again, sipping her hot cocoa gratefully, masking the smile that curves her lips.
George goes to bed knowing that they’ll be fine, somehow.
Fandom: Grey's Anatomy
Characters/Pairings: George, Lexie
Word Count: 680
Rating: PG
Summary: Post 5x05. The silent treatment is killing him.
George has had a long history of blindness.
He’d been too blinded by lust to realize that sleeping with Meredith, with someone that scarred, was selfish, and would only cause more pain. He was too blinded by spontaneity and his father’s last wishes to realize he wasn’t marrying Callie for the kind of love that will last you. He was too blinded by hope and the flaws in his marriage to realize that sleeping with Izzie only served to complicate, and in some way ruin, their friendship.
But Lexie - she’s his blindspot if ever had one because he did not see that coming.
And now he’s got to walk into his own apartment and deal with not quite knowing what to say or do with her, which is fine because mostly she seems to be both avoiding and ignoring his presence (kudos to her for that because their apartment is small and yet she’s fantastically good at it).
Yeah, things have definitely changed.
It doesn’t take him too long to realize that his days are much worse without her. Or that his laundry rarely gets done (a miniscule but contributing factor in all of this). Mostly it’s the smiles and the optimism and the everything else that he really can’t get out of any of his friends anymore. He needs those things.
He kind of needs her too.
That has a little bit to do with why he goes into her room on day eleven of them not talking, also known as the day the heating in their crappy apartment breaks, bearing an extra blanket and a mug of hot chocolate. Because it’s early November and Seattle tends to lend itself to being cold pretty much beginning in October.
She stiffens and kind of makes this little sound in the back of her throat that more closely resembles a pet he once had rather than a human being. She bites her lip as she wraps her hands around the steaming mug and just looks at him.
Not a single word.
He stares at her for a moment, thinking this seems petty, especially for her, not to say anything at all even when he’s just doing something nice. It’s not like her at all, and that’s why he asks, or more like starts to ask, “Are you going to…” before trailing off into oblivion.
Lexie blows on the storm swirling off the mug and just simply says, “It’s your turn.”
His turn to what.
Oh.
His turn to talk.
It’s probably been his turn to talk for eleven days and, fittingly, this is the first time he’s hearing about it. Because Lexie’s the kind of person who gives people chances and lets them have sides and he’s always loved that about her; he’s just now realizing how it works in practice.
Right. He’s supposed to be saying this stuff out loud, not in his head. She’s expecting him to say something. Because it’s his turn.
“I’m sorry,” is apparently all that will roll off the tongue. She pulls the blanket tighter around herself, waits. At least she hasn’t thrown anything at him yet. “I’m sorry that I don’t always see what I’m supposed to. I’m sorry that you think I didn’t see you. I mean I did but I just got so wrapped up in catching up with everyone else, with that test and being a resident, and I don’t always notice things unless people tell me.”
She’s still quiet by the time he’s done and he stands there for a moment, waiting for a reply that he doesn’t get until he’s two steps from the doorway, and then it’s, “the heated blankets are in the closet on the second shelf. If you get cold.”
It’s the first time he’s heard her voice in awhile and it takes work to keep the grin from breaking out across his face. “Thanks.”
“Goodnight,” she says, when he turns to go again, sipping her hot cocoa gratefully, masking the smile that curves her lips.
George goes to bed knowing that they’ll be fine, somehow.