It was late, and Meredith didn't really expect anyone to be awake. However, when she entered the kitchen, she found Alex eating a bowl of cereal. "Couldn't sleep?" she asked, sitting across from him.
Alex shrugged.
"I'm having issues," Meredith began without preamble.
Alex gave her a droll look. "Do tell," he said unenthusiastically.
Meredith ignored his obvious disinterest. "I like sex," she began.
Alex snorted and brought the bowl up to his mouth and drank the milk. "I would've never guessed," he muttered.
"I like sex because it feels good and it gets your blood pumping..."
"Yeah, yeah. Sex in all its animalistic glory." He moved to take the bowl to the sink.
"Exactly! But Derek likes to make love." She narrowed her eyes at the bored look on Alex's face. "Did you hear me? Make. Love. Slow, boring love making."
Alex sighed. Of course that would be Meredith's problem. "So take the initiative. Do him the way you want to be done."
"It's not that simple," she protested.
"It is that simple." He paused at the doorway and turned back around. "I'm not your girlfriend. I don't care if you're having boring sex, and I don't like giving advice."
"You didn't have to give advice," Meredith pointed out. "I was just venting."
Alex turned on his heal and went upstairs.