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CHAPTER TWENTY blues for sister someone. season two, episode twenty three.
"SO, WHERE ARE YOU LIVING NOW THAT YOU'VE MOVED OUT?"Cassie asked George as they walked into the building together. After the big mess with him and Meredith, he decided he no longer could handle being so close to her.
"Why does everyone want to know everything?" George ranted. "Can't I just exist without having to explain everything I do to everyone?"
She gave him a deadpan look. "I'm going to go out on a limb and assume this doesn't have anything to do with me."
"You would be correct," he sighed. "Sorry. Anyways, I'm living with Callie. Well, not living, living, but staying with. I am staying with Callie."
George blushed madly, giving her an answer. "Shut up," he grumbled as she laughed.
"Well as much as I miss you, and wish you would move back in, I really am glad that you have somewhere to go."
"Thanks, Cass."
"You really like her, don't you?" Cassie smiled cheekily.
"I do."
"Well, I'm happy for you. I think she's great," she said. "Despite what Izzie says."
"Oh, and speaking of Izzie—' he lowered his voice, "—not a word of this to her, okay? Actually, just don't say anything to anyone."
"Why?" she asked, lowering her voice to match his tone.
"Because."
Cassie nodded sarcastically. "Well, that's a good reason."
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"Obviously, I can't go out with him, right?" Meredith asked Alex and Cassie while they sat at the nurses station updating charts.
"Do I look like a chick to you?" Alex asked rhetorically. "Do I look like I care about yeast cream or tingling feelings? I mean, he's not in jail or on drugs or keeping body parts in his basement. You want to do him, do him."
"Not do him. Date him. I'm not doing anybody."
"She's knitting," Cassie informed him.
"I need Eugene Foote's chart," Cristina said as she walked up to the group. "Who are we talking about?"
"It's weird, right? I mean, he's Derek's vet, he's Doc's vet, he's my vet. He's McVet. It's weird to date him, right?"
"Wait, did you say vet?" Cristina and Cassie asked in unison.
Meredith nodded. "Mhm."
"Like, animals?" Cassie frowned.
"Oh, you can't date a vet. He's not even a real doctor," Cristina added.
