Meredith sinks down to sit beside him, drawn in tight towards herself. She can't let this conversation be anymore uneven than it already is and she doesn't trust her legs, not when there's that ache sitting sharp and heavy in the center of her chest, like heartbreak that's somehow not where it's supposed to be. Even his saying he's not leaving isn't much comfort right now.

"I'm not leaving you," she says, plaintive. She's not sure if she's really just this dense or that tired, but nothing about this makes any sense at all. "I don't... I don't know what's happening, I don't understand what you're talking about, lying to me. When did you lie?"