Mark stared across at Lexie as she sat there at the bar, sipping her drink. He couldn't help but wonder how many she had actually had and how long she had been there for. He was used to her rambling, but not like that. "Lexie.....did something happen today?" he asked softly as he reached across the bar top for her hand. He knew they weren't together. He understood that, and Mark was on his way to accepting that, but he wasn't going to leave her like this sitting in the bar alone.

Mark glanced up from the patient's face that he was suturing. He nodded, holding tightly to the instruments in his face. He and Lexie had dinner plans this evening. Given the dress she was wearing, he had already missed those dinner plans, but he couldn't exactly say no when I young teenager came in with a large cut on her face. "Yeah babe," he acknowledged softly. "I'm sorry. I'll uh be done in about 15 minutes? I'll catch up with you?" Mark offered before smiling at her, hoping that would ease the tension.

Mark glanced up from the chart he had been staring at for the better part of ten minutes. His mind was going in a million different directions, and he hadn't been able to pull it all back together. The last few weeks had been hard. Really hard because this was never the situation he saw himself in. Mark offered Lexie a smile. He was always going to love her. "That means a lot coming from you Lex," he admitted as he reached out for her arm, but took a steadying breath and pulled his hand back. Maybe she wouldn't notice.