Brodeur:Ashley, please.
D:Hi Ashley. You look good.
Ash:Wish I could say the same about you. Turns to Martin, I'm going to head back to our hotel. I'll meet you there. Don't take too long.
She kisses Martin on the cheek, turns and glares at Derek. She walks out of the bar without looking back.
D:Well, she's happy to see me.
Brodeur:I wonder why.
D:Still? She's still mad at me? Is there anything that I can do to change her mind?
Brodeur:Can you blame her? Martin looks up at him questioning. Why are you here?
D:What, I can't have a drink in a bar now? I have to check to make sure you and Ashley aren't going to be here?
Brodeur:No, that's not what I meant. How long have you been here?
D:I just got here about 20 minutes ago, why?
Brodeur:Why do you think?
D:What? Are you going to tell me or do I need to guess?
Brodeur:Did you see who we were sitting with?
D:No, I just saw you now. Why?
Brodeur:No reason. Just wondering why now, at this moment you decide to talk to me.
D:Martin, we go way back. I went to school with Ashley, remember?
Brodeur:Yes, I remember. Yet, you seem to have forgotten, when was the last time you actually spoke to me? When was the last time to talked to Ash? You used to come over all the time, you used to be welcome in our home, you were "Uncle Derek". What happened? What changed?
D:I screwed up. That's what happened.
Brodeur:Yes you screwed up. However, when you made your choice, when you decided, you forgot that you weren't the only person involved. You made your bed, but the rest of us are laying in it.
Martin brushed past him and walked out of the bar. Ashley was right, Meredith doesn't need to be hurt again. She doesn't need to be reminded of what Derek did to her.
Derek returns to the bar to finish his drink. He had hoped that Ashley would have been happy to see him. But, can he blame her, he had hurt her. He stopped returning her calls. She had told him once that it might not have turned out this way, but it did and he had to live with it.