It's difficult, reconciling the part of herself that likes hearing these things with everything else, with the part of her that knows nothing lasts, least of all something so good. That he's as bad at all this as she is can be comforting, admittedly, up until Meredith starts to think how they're making plans anyway. Right now, it feels like just a little too much, even if she couldn't explain what or why, and saying so isn't an option, not to her.

"I know," she teases instead, just a touch too bright because she does know. It's as terrifying as it is pleasing. She kisses him, light and quick, and pulls away, grinning, drawing her gloves back on as she kneels down to pack a snowball. "I get away with a lot. Like this, I'm hoping." And she throws the snowball squarely at him, continuing to back up as she does so.