Sean's pretty sure they don't teach any of that in scouts, either, all her little gestures and looks and touches that all conspire to drive him wild and make him seriously lose his cool. No, those are all purely Meredith. "Maybe that's a sign that it should be one," he says with a quiet laugh, more out of a need for distraction than anything else as he rips open the wrapper and draws back onto his knees to roll the condom on with both hands. His hands might be steady, his movements sure, but all it takes is one glance at her, laid out like that in the flickering light of the fire, for him to know that underneath it all, he's anything but.