Holding onto his arm, Meredith follows suit, huffing out a laugh. "Not really," she says, heading for the door, "but you're always welcome to tell me I am." She still doesn't really believe it, but that doesn't mean she likes hearing it from him any less. Besides, she's not so certain this was all a matter of her being a model girlfriend so much as her being terrified to lose him. Either way, now that it's done, she's just ready to curl up with him and forget it again for a little while.