His breath stuck in his throat, Sean can only nod, looking down at her hand on his wrist with a stunned expression, like he can't trust his other senses. There's a part of him that expected this, that somehow knew she'd work this out, or at least try to, but it was so drowned out by his every rational thought and impulse that it hardly counted for anything. But then, there's nothing rational about the way they feel, either. Barely a moment passes before he drops the disk and reaches out to put his hand over hers, an automatic, needy reaction.

"I was a different person after I lost her," he whispers, quiet and desperate, as much to himself as to Meredith. He doesn't know what to say to a vow like that, a gesture of such love on her part, and he immediately starts trying to justify it somehow, needing to convince them both that she's making the right choice. "I knew it was wrong, I jus' didnae care anymore, an' now... oh, God."