@vicky1992 currently watching:
angel (s2), charmed (s4 rewatch), ER (s2), friday night lights (s1), fringe (s3), parenthood (s3), pretty little liars (s2), the west wing (s6)
MARK: Lex. I’m still in love with you. I tried not to be, but it didn’t work. And Sloan’s gone. There’s no baby. And I don’t want to sleep around. I want another chance. I’m in love with you. LEXIE: Karev is.. He’s.. Mark, I.. I.. have a boyfriend. MARK: I know. I’m saying you can have a husband..
LEXIE: Hey. MARK: Hey she’s, uh, still sedated and she’s just a kid, she shouldn’t have a big ugly scar. Do you mind waiting? Be about another hour. LEXIE: I love you…so yeah just, uh, take your time. I, um, I’ll wait.
MARK: Sorry I’m late. LEXIE: Uh.. Dad, this is, um, Mark Sloan. Dr. Mark Sloan. He—He’s my, uh— THATCHER: Teacher? LEXIE: No, no. He—He’s my… He’s… Mark. MARK: Nice to meet you, Mr. Grey. So nice to meet you.
LEXIE: Did I forget to clean something? MARK: No, I just need to talk to you. LEXIE: No. You don’t though. I know that you want to be here, but you don’t have to. MARK: Wait. LEXIE: I went through a rough patch, and you helped me, and I appreciate that. But I am moving out of it and you won’t let me. You know, you’re treating me like I am a basketcase, and- and everyone is watching you, and they’re believing you. I had a good day today. I saved a girl today. I did that. I am a good doctor, and I don’t deserve for people to think that I am anything less than that. So could you please just leave me alone? Can you do that? Can you just leave me alone? MARK: You got it.
LEXIE: Yes, the odds are against us. I’m a one woman wrecking ball, all I do is break you. Your hand, your penis, your relationships, your life. I’d say our survival rate is about 3 percent. And that’s, that’s, that’s bad. But, it’s not nothing. And I don’t think we should give up on this. At least not yet because…Okay. MARK: You think you broke me little Grey? You’re the one that put me back together.
MARK: Little Grey. LEXIE: It’s not Little Grey. It’s Lexie. And I’m sorry that I broke… that I hurt you. And I’m sorry that you’re humiliated. But I’m not going anywhere. I’ve got a friend who is guarding the door. A good friend. And since no-one is going to be coming in, I’m now going to climb into bed with you and stroke your hair. Because that’s what I like to have done for me, when I’m hurt.
