"Well, it's a little late for that," Meredith says dryly. There's something frustrating about all this talk of fairness, and she's pretty sure he's not nearly as good an actor as he thinks he is. It's not like she's sat down and talked out all her myriad issues, her childhood traumas, but he still knows her. She still has the facts she needs. Being told otherwise just leaves her tense and tired, but it's hard to take that out on him when he curls in on himself like that. If he wants to insist, he can prove it. "So tell me. Give me the facts. Tell me who I'm dealing with. After all this time, you don't think I know you at least a little?"