Oh my God! I mean, I understand why you're into her. She's hot. Wait, she likes you?
What? I mean, I'm going to try not to be offended at that.
No, no, no. It's just that Derek was--Derek was epic for her. They were the great love story. I mean, that girl's heart beat for Derek Shepherd. It just...it never occurred to me that she would ever be with anyone else. He was perfect. He was everything. That man turned her world. It...I spooked you. Don't be spooked.
You’re looking for a place to hide so you can get five minutes alone without someone new asking for a consult. I just had a lady in row 27 ask for a mole check.
[Sighs] How’s it going with your dentist friend? You guys seem pretty chummy.
How long were you wrapping your flight attendant’s arm?
It’s what I do when I board a plane. I always ask the crews their name. It’s a respect thing.
Also, it usually gets me free drinks.
What was your plans crash like?
I know, but what was it like?
Uh. It was cold. So cold. Even being numb was cold. I could not warm up. You know, they call us the Seattle Grace Five. There were six of us that went up, and only five of us came back. And now there are only three of us alive. My sister died out there.
You-You have another sister?
Mm-hmm. My kid sister Lexie. I loved her. [Inhales deeply] Anyway, it's weird. Sometimes I feel like I'm cursed. A lot of people die around me. Sometimes I feel like I'm just waiting for my turn.
I’m sorry about your sister. Hmm. It makes sense now.
The way you feel about Maggie… How you wanna protect her. I mean, I get it better.
Well there’s nothing to get.
I mean, it makes sense, you know, all the self-sacrifice. You don’t want to lose this one, too.
Is it so crazy that I would put someone else’s happiness before mine?
No, but, I mean, it’s not completely practical in the long run. I mean, at some point, you have to think about the things that are gonna make you happy, too.
Well, you haven’t exactly been backing away from me.
I told you — what happened in the bathroom —
I’m not just talking about the damn bathroom.
For months now. Look — You try to stay away. Maybe you even want to stay away. But you don’t. You never do. A week ago, you called it quits. An hour ago, we’re having sex in the bathroom.
Will you stop it, please?
I will respect whatever up decide, okay? But don’t sit here and pretend that you don’t want this thing between you and me as much as I do.
You just treated a bloke's brain bleed with a cocktail straw! You're so fearless about so many things. How the hell are you still scared?
I'm not scared. I'm making a choice. I'm prioritizing my family, my sister.
Please, don't pretend this is still about Pierce, it's not. You're scared.
Of him. Of letting him go.