Instead Meredith moves closer still, leaning her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. He needs her. It's not a surprise, nothing she didn't know, but even her certainty of that is comforting. He needs her and she's sure no one else ever has. If they have, it wasn't like this, she didn't need them this much in return. It's still frightening sometimes, the intensity of this, how ready she is to accept anything if it means he'll stay, but she can't care about that right now. Burying her face against his skin, she nods. "I need you, too," she says, "so no trying. Just... talk to me from now on. If you need me, let me be here for you. You always are for me."