A/N : Ok, so this isn't exactly squee. But yea. I think my writing has gotten worse. lol (Yea, by me.)

Derek walked out of the patient's room hurriedly and dumped the chart on the nurses' station before he rushed into an empty room, slumping down onto the couch and buried his face in his hands, breathing in and out deeply. There was a knock on the door after a few moments. He looked up, giving a weak smile as he recognised the blonde at the doorway.

"Hey." he greeted softly, his gaze dropped down to the floor as she pushed herself off the door and took a step in.

"Hey." she greeted back, nearing him. "You ok?" Derek nodded, rubbing his face with his hands then looked up to Meredith with a smile bigger tha before.

"Yea. I am."
"Are you sure?" she pushed on. "You can talk to me, you know." she encouraged. Derek's gaze shifted back down to the floor with a light smile on his face.

"I know." he promised. Meredith smiled in returned, patting a hand on his knee lightly before leaving the room.

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Moments later, there was another person by the door. This time, no knocking was needed for him to bring his gaze up. As their eyes met, he managed a smile before dropping his head down in his hands as silent sobs escaped his throat. She walked in, taking the space beside him as he buried his face in her shoulders.

"Hey, hey..." she coaxed, rubbing his back comfortingly. "It's ok." she whispered into his hair as his shoulders shook from the sobs. She held him until the sobbings subsided, his arms then found their way around her waist as he looked up from her shoulder, taking in a deep breathe as he hug her body close to him. She threaded her fingers through his hair lovingly while she pressed the side of her face against his hair.

"What happened?"
"I don't know, Addie." he mumbled, then pulled away to lean back on the couch. Wiping the tears away with the back of his hand, he let out a breathe. "I just...I just blew up, you know." he said, his eyes turning to her. She nodded understandingly, rubbing a hand up and down his thigh. He reached out to her and pull her down until her body was leaning against his chest. His fingers reached up and twirled around the ends of her hair. "I don't know what came over me, I just...yelled. Then I apologised, and I ran. I yelled at my patient." he revealed. Addison sighed and ran a hand down his chest.

"Things like this happened, Derek." she said.
"I know."
She looked up at him with a sympathetic smile. "It's their decision, and you know that." then she continued. "We can persuade them, tell them what's best but in the end if they don't want to have the operation--"
"I know that, Addie." he repeated with a sigh. "I'm the one who told you that, remember?" This time, she looked up to him with a smile at the memory.
"Yeah."

She laid back down on his chest as he stroked her hair continuously. She knew it wasn't a gesture of comforting her, but it was a gesture for him to calm himself down. A moment like this hasn't happened for a long time--where they just sat there in silence, feeling each other's presence.

"Do you want me to talk to them?" Addison offered, pulling away slightly from him for eyecontact. Derek turned to her with a smile and shook her head.

"I just need you to be here with me." he said, then leaned forward to give her a kiss on her lips. Taken aback, she blinked, but returned the kiss promptly. Finally, they pulled apart.

"Always." she promised.