While JD knew that Meg was a headstrong woman, but he also knew that even the strongest of women struggled time to time, case and point; his mother. So when he heard a knock on his door, one that was urgent and followed by the sound of her voice, he felt the way his brows drew together in a crease as he went to open the door. There she stood, soaking wet from the downpour outside, tears in her eyes as a panicked look took over her face. She was talking about something to do with a job she was went on, and he held his hand up, “Since when did you get involved in this stuff?” He was quick to ask, but that wasn’t the point, and as she broke down he felt the urge to reach out. So that’s what he did, reached out to pull her into his apartment, wrapping his arms around her to just hold her while she had a moment of weakness. Even JD, being the dick he could be, wouldn’t hold this against her...this was serious, and he couldn’t fault her for the fear that overcame her. 

mabel always gave her heart out. she’d fall in love with everyone she’d ever met, even just a little bit, and with that, a piece of her heart went, too. on sleepless nights, nights where she was too wired to rest, mabel would stare at her ceiling and wondered if it was a finite resource-- if one day, she would run dry of all the love and affection because she gave it out willy nilly. when mabel first met meg, she thought the other didn’t like her. she was a lot to deal with, and meg seemed so closed off, she gripped everything about her close. so mabel began to give her heart. a little bit at a time. she’d give meg a safe space. she’d let her open up when she felt comfortable to. she’d be affectionate but not too affectionate. lingering touches, snuck glances. soon, mabel had an answer to her question. if she gave her full heart away, it only grew, it filled with content and warm feelings and sad feelings, because hers’ now beat with another’s, and she had more than ever to give.