[for Meredith]

[missingthekeep]

It's long past late by the time Sean weaves his way around Doc and pulls himself through the front door, battered and sore but feeling on top of the world in spite of it all. A few drinks to calm his nerves had unfortunately had something of the opposite effect, making him more jumped up and energetic than ever and turning into a few more, which wound up costing him half the evening. Either way, he's home now, no matter the shape he's in. And anyway, he hadn't meant to get in a fight, he'd been more curious than anything when he turned up to the little gathering, but then he wasn't exactly given a choice and that had been that. He certainly can't regret it, at any rate, not when coming home to Meredith has been the perfect ending to far worse days than this one.

Hopefully she's still awake.

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[missingthekeep.livejournal.com]

Sean's still smiling as he winds his arm around her and closes his eyes once more, but it's back to being a tad more subdued. "We'll make it work. Whate'er we do, it... we'll make it work."

[drownondryland]

"Yeah," Meredith says, a little wondering. "Yeah, we will." There are times it still surprises her how much she believes in them. Even with all her insecurities, she trusts they'll make it through whatever come their way. "Thank you. It means a lot. Even if we're still stuck here and it's not... I appreciate it."

[missingthekeep.livejournal.com]

"Then that's what matters," Sean says sleepily. Happily. "That an' sweet dreams o' Baltimore."

[drownondryland]

Meredith huffs out a laugh, kissing him again before she turns onto her other side. "Uh huh," she says, "exactly. Baltimore. It'll be perfect." Maybe nothing ever is, but they could get pretty damn close.