If they can't make it a mile down the road without hormones turning them back, Meredith can think of worse flaws to have. "I don't think I said that," she replies, chin tilting up as she smiles. "I was just making an observation. It's too cold to stop." That's hardly the best or only reason, but regardless of cause, she's pressed closed, hand finding the back of his neck. Whatever else she's forgotten, willfully or otherwise, fine though he seems, if there's one thing she's good at here, it's being a distraction.