Sarah had been actively avoiding Connor as best she could. She knew he was wanting to talk to her about their little incident, but she had no interest in speaking to him. She had successfully avoided him for the last week and she saw no reason to stop avoiding him now.
Her neurology rotation was helping her out with that. While the double shifts Dr Abrahms had her pulling were tiring her out and slowly killing her will to continue, it meant she was generally conveniently far away from Dr Rhodes. Until, of course, she wasn't.
"Reese?"
Connor was clearly confused. It was more than unusual to see her up in the cardiac ward. Particularly when he was still on shift.
"Hi." It was lame, but it was a response.
"Everything okay?"
"Uh, yeah." She paused, then it occurred to her to elaborate. "Dr Abrahms sent me up to check on one of his neuro patients."
"Ah," Connor smiled, walking with her down the hallway. "You're on your neurology rotation."
"And Abrahms is killing me," she sighed.
Connor laughed. "Yep, he'll do that. He's worse than Downey ever was. You remember back in the beginning?"
"Your cat naps on literally any spare bed you could find?" Sarah was laughing now. "Oh yeah, I remember."
It was a conversation reminiscent of the was they used to be. While it was awkward at first, it was the first time they had really talked in months.
"Hey, at least he gave us date night."
And that was how Connor ruined it.
"Yeah, well," she said, deviating from their path to enter the patient's room. "Um, I have to go."
It took Connor a solid minute to realise the impact his words had had.
"Hey! Sarah!"
That night, as she was leaving, he caught her again. She didn't speak, but she did stop walking. It would be rude to completely ignore him after all.
"I wanted to apologise."
Now that surprised her. "For what?"
"For being an insensitive dick."
She couldn't help it, she smiled. "And which occasion would this apology be for specifically?"
"Ah, that would be for today. And for the rest of it too."
She sighed. "It's fine. Really. I mean, I should probably apologise to you too."
"For?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"For going out of my way to avoid you. And for resenting you. And for not telling you."
She hadn't meant to say that. But now that it was out there, she realised she was at peace with it. And after all, he deserved to know.
But her words had thoroughly confused him. The look on his face said it all. "What have you not told me?"
"Connor, I -"
She was cut off by his pager.
"I'm sorry, Sarah. We've got a transplant ready. I've gotta go."
He started walking backwards, saying, "We'll talk tomorrow, right?"
"Yeah," she whispered to herself, watching him run back inside through the sliding glass doors. "Tomorrow."
