Room 146

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Once again, the door is cracked open when Sara approaches. She raps her knuckles against the frame, walking in.*

Hey--how're you feeling? *Her voice is gentle.*

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[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He's sitting up in a chair, his head leaning all the way back. "Hi. I'm okay. Little dizzy but other than that... I slept better this week."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Glad to hear that. You needed the rest. *A slight smile.* And your arm?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He turns his head slightly, keeping it against the chair, and looks at her. "It's been better," he says wryly.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Least you wore short sleeves this time, though it's been getting colder. *Blatant violation of personal space #3768597 -- she walks over and gently touches the arm in question, before unpacking the bandaging and heat wraps.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I forgot to do my laundry," he jokes.

He remains still as she touches him. He's momentarily glad for the dizzy spell that has his head glued to one place, because he's confused as to how to react to her properly at this point. He's not generally a big fan of confusion, so instead he tries to appreciate the soothing heat on his arm as a welcome distraction.

"Thanks."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Not a problem. *Another brief smile before she efficiently wraps his arm.* It should stay warm for a couple of hours. I can change it if you find it necessary.

*Oddly enough, she feels much less confused now.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it will be more than sufficient," he says with a hint of warmth in his voice, despite the strain of being fatigued.

"You've never done anything half-way in your life, have you?" he says suddenly, startling himself.

So much for years of carefully worded reactions, he thinks.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*A measured pause, though she had given him something of a startled look.* Well, I didn't pursue a Ph.D, much to the disappointment of my major professor. But no--can't say I've ever seen the point of doing things halfway. They should just...be done.

*When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He keeps his eyes focused on hers, for long moments, probably much too long. "Do you want to finish your doctorate?" he hedges, "Arrangements could be made, I'm sure. I could assist you in completing your research..." he mumbles on.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

It's...I have been considering it, *she says slowly, hesitantly.* The reason why I didn't finish it before...guess I just wanted my life to begin.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I know the feeling," he says quietly.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She smiles, face heating a bit.* Like I said, it's something that I am considering. Don't know if I will do it or not but...I appreciate your offer. I mean that, Gil.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Well, take me up on it. You know where to find me."

He eases up a little in his chair, "Have you had anything to eat? I was going to attempt a sandwich... I think I have cheese."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Had a bagel before my class. Need me to help or let you be? *Giving him the choice but she will probably hover like a hawk.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He gets up slowly and walks over to the kitchen, "A bagel? How many hours ago? Are you sure you don't want something?"

It's his own lame way of answering her question.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Um...seven, eight hours ago? I would've eaten more but I felt full. *Lamely answering as she follows him in.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He turns, and would shake his head if he could. "You know, I read a study that says if the loved ones of a cancer patient eat a more healthy diet, it can help them recover faster."

He gestures toward the cabinets with his good hand, and a pointed raised eyebrow.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*That earns him a startled look before she turns and begins rooting in the cabinets.*

Far be it for me to hinder your recovery. *Trying to keep her voice light.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He's quite pleased with himself that his guilt trip appears to be working, as he tends to worry from time to time about Sara forgetting to do things like eat and sleep. And then his bubble is immediately burst when he retrieves a jar of mustard from the fridge, and can't open it.

The best course of action is obviously to set it down on the counter and stare at it like it is some sort of peculiar puzzle, which he does.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*For her part, Sara is pleased he didn't realize why his statement had startled her. And she sighs, not liking the frustration on his face.* Here--let me.

*Spoken gently, she takes the jar, finding that she can't open it either.* Where do you keep your butter knives?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Sometimes he's oblique on purpose, sometimes he really does reveal things about how he feels unknowingly.

"Oh, ummm... in the drawer in front of me here."

Both of his hands are full, with one piece of bread swaying back and forth - half on the bandages on his wrapped hand, and he stares at them for a moment. Eventually, he backs up his waist, kind of sticking his butt out into the kitchen, while leaning over so that his arms remain over the counter. He figures she can open the drawer enough to get out a knife that way, and if he drops the bread it will land on the counter and not the floor.

He kind of nods at her, and then in the direction of the drawer. "Can you get a spoon too?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*Will not laugh. Will not laugh. Will not laugh.* Sure thing.

*The required items are retrieved, allowing him to move back. She begins whacking at the lid of the jar rhythmically before finally twisting it open.*

What'd you want your sandwich to be?

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I can get it, no problem." He's flustered, and eyeing the lunch meat drawer warily. He doesn't want to upset her again.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She sighs.* I'm not as...gung ho a vegan as I was. I can touch meat now. *Ignoring any possible double-meanings, she opens the drawer, fishing out the sandwich meat.*

[ooc: AFK--dinner]

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Umm... turkey is fine," he replies quickly, figuring that will squick her out the least.

He stands back and smiles, watching how efficient she is even during daily, household routines. He helps her put the extra food back away as much as he can, and takes a seat on a stool at the breakfast bar, so that she may join him to eat.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

*She joins him with her tomato-and-cheese sandwich, smiling a bit and settling in.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He wipes his mouth quickly even though he's barely touched his sandwich, and jumps up, remembering he didn't offer her anything to drink.

"Lisa Cuddy took away all my soda, but I have juice and water," he grumbles.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

[ooc: That's perfect--I'll be leaving around 8 EST to watch Goblet of Fire. *geeks out*
*snerks*]

Juice is fine with me, *she chuckles, remembering her conversation with Lisa the previous night.* Soda isn't good for people, even if they're in perfect health.

new thread for clarity

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

Grissom awkwardly pours them both a glass of some ridiculous organic blend juice, and puts one in front of her.

"She said something similar, but she was even more... enthusiastic, about it," he smirks, neglecting to mention just how much soda Cuddy confiscated. "C'mon, you don't have any guilty pleasures?"

Re: new thread for clarity

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Aside from my addiction to Cosmopolitan magazine?

*A beat*

Don't tell Greg I admitted to that.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

The corner of his mouth twitches, and he says quite moronically, "Cosmopolitan? A fashion magazine? I never knew you had an interest."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not, Gil, I'm in possession of XX-chromosomes. *Her tone is very dry.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He rolls his eyes and matches her tone, "So I've noticed. I meant... you know what I meant."

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Relax--I was just teasing. *A gentle grin.* Besides, I just can't wait to take the personality quiz. *She adopts a bad Valley-Girl accent.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

He looks confused. "Huh? Which test do they use? Myers-Briggs?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Multiple choice. A, B or C. And judging by this month's quiz, I'm as sensitive as a dead fish. *Matching him tone for tone.* Not scientific, yes I know.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"The whole of science is nothing more than a refinement of everyday thinking," he quips.

"And you're not a dead fish."

His compliments may need some work.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

Glad you think so.

*Yep, they really need some work. But at least she didn't bring up the Tricks in bed Her Man would Absolute Love!-section.*

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"Plus, I can't imagine how I would rate on such a quiz. What comes under dead fish?"

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

They advise that such a being should be immediately kicked to the curb and forgotten about.

*A beat*

Which you didn't fall under, at least for the way I answered the questions.

[drgrissom.livejournal.com]

"I never knew you to cheat." His tone is light, but his insecurities are running through his mind as he smiles weakly.

[equalsmcsquared.livejournal.com]

I don't. *A gentle smile.* I wouldn't.

[ooc: And I depart. FTB is fine with me. :)]