Seargant Pepper's Lonley Hearts Club Band
i. and i love her
The greatest thing is: loving her is something he's good at, without trying to be.
Because, okay, he thought he would suck at it. If you've gone through life being a man whore, you stop thinking that you could ever be good at anything else. If you spend your life being praised for your penile skills, you start believing that that's what you're good at, and the rest, you'd never be. You start believing that there's no point in attempting the other stuff, the stuff that comes after, because you'd suck at it.
But, incredibly, utterly mind-bogglingly, loving Little Grey is effortless to him. Effortless. Making her laugh and waking her up in the morning with a kiss, or two, or five –she is not a morning person-, shutting up her nervous babble with his lips, being actually, genuinely happy for her when she tells him –eyes wide, rejoicing, disbelieving- that Meredith wants her to be in the wedding, wants her to be a part of her life: he thought, in his manwhore-y days, that that would be hard. Being happy for someone, caring for someone other than himself, he just figured he wasn't cut out for it. Other people told him that, and he accepted it. And changing, that'd just be work. He thought he never did any of that because it was just too much damn work.
But this, this isn't work at at all. He doesn't have to think about it, he doesn't have to plan his next move, he just is. And loves. He loves her, he really, really does. Bizzarely, implausibly, improbably, he loves Lexie Grey. And it's easy. And for a while, he wonders why the hell people make such a big deal out of the relationship thing, like they're just a never-ending hornets nest of problems, when really, this whole thing, this waking-up-next-to-her-every-morning thing is so… effortless.