Meredith makes an absent sound of assent, tipping her head to the side, hand slipping into his hair again. Awkward as she felt for a moment, there's little more familiar these days than his mouth on her skin and she knows she'll be fine soon. She's been longing for this, something ordinary in these difficult times, something they're good at, something that doesn't leave her feeling fragile and pointless. "It is," she says. "God, it feels like it's been forever."