sometimes i feel sorry for karev.
all the people he’s ever loved left.
and then he’s the one left to pick up the pieces, toughen up, and just survive.
and not show hurt or pain.
just discomfort and resentment.
but no, not the pain.
the pain must not be shown to the common eye.
no wonder he’s the jerk.
well that isn’t justified by anything, but still.
try being through shit and see if you can still be an angel.
whatever that means.