Arching up against him, Meredith moans softly. She understands, of course she does, and she knows the absence of sex isn't the only thing that's made things miserable, but it's hard to sound especially sympathetic just now. Propping herself back against the pillows, drawing him along with her, she smooths her hands over his back. "I know," she sighs. "It was. It was torture... That feels so good."