1.04 No Man's Land
Meredith: You're here early.
Derek: I have a chordotomy at 5:00. I'll be out at 6:00. I thought I might buy your breakfast before your rounds.
Meredith: I've already eaten.
Derek: What'd you have?
Meredith: None of your business.
Derek: You a cereal person? Straight out of the box? Or all fruit and fiber-y? Pancakes? Do you like pancakes?
Meredith: Fine, leftover grilled cheese. Curiosity satisfied?
Derek: That's sad. It's pathetic. A good day starts with a good breakfast.
Meredith: Look, I'm not being seen with you in this hospital. Learn it, live it. It's unprofessional.
Derek: I'm just an attending getting to know one of his interns.
Meredith: He slept with the intern.
Derek: Barely knew her.
Meredith: And it should stay that way.
Derek: You want me to be professional? I'll be professional.
Meredith: That's what I want.
Derek: Then that's what you get.
Meredith: You're gonna be late for your chordotomy.
Derek: Nice talking to you, Dr. Grey.
Intimacy is a four syllable word for: Here is my heart and soul, please grind into hamburger, and enjoy. It's both desired, and feared. Difficult to live with, and impossible to live without. Intimacy also comes attached to the three R's... relatives, romance, and roommates. There are some things you can't escape. And other things you just don't want to know.
I wish there were a rule book for intimacy. Some kind of guide to tell you when you've crossed the line. It would be nice if you could see it coming, and I don't know how you fit it on a map. You take it where you can get it, and keep it as long as you can. As for rules, maybe there are none. Maybe the rules of intimacy are something we have to define for ourselves.