rooming with a medical student wasn’t easy.

brennan would come back to the apartment at all times of the night and wouldn’t wake until halfway through the day. the few times he did talk to you, it was brief, and mostly about his work. it was obvious he was driven to finish his studies and obtain his degree.

you, as the one sharing an apartment with him, had decided you needed to get him to loosen up.

so you’d dragged him to a party the one night he got home at a decent hour.

standing in the corner, out of his scrubs, he looked very out of place, rubbing his thumb on his jaw as a nervous habit.