George was the only person Elliot knew who had a signature smirk. Everyone else he thought of had a smirk that looked plain. Kathy’s smirk looked the same as Fin’s. One person’s smirk looked the same no matter who did it.
But George- he’d recognize that look anywhere. The “I’m not going to laugh at you, but I’m laughing at you” look. His mouth turned upwards, his eyes danced with humor, he looked like he was the most amused person in the world.
Elliot used to feel insulted by that look. He hated being smirked at by anyone, let alone a cocky prick of a psychiatrist. But then they’d fallen in love, and now he found the expression endearing; familiar. The smirk, when directed at him, had a hint of affection and love that made it irresistible. That smirk was simultaneously the best and most annoying look in the world.