"Thank you," she says quietly, leaning against him again. What happens after all this comes crashing to an end isn't something Meredith likes to think about, but that doesn't mean she doesn't think about it anyway. It seems ludicrous that he could ever be taken from her, that it's out of their control, when they're both so stubbornly determined to stay this time, but that doesn't stop her from imagining the crushing misery of it, doesn't keep her from wondering if he'll remember her or if she'll lose every last trace of him. And maybe that would be better than the loss when she honestly doesn't know how she would bear it, but she doesn't want to be the one who forgets. If he can hold it together for her, it's something to remember, something to make her try and do the same. Promises don't always mean much, but she can choose to believe him anyway. "Now, no more crying. We're gonna be fine." At least for a little while, she has to believe, they'll be okay.