It's at moments like these that Meredith's sure — not of everything, not even of most things, but of this. Anyway, it's at these moments that she remembers she's been sure for a long damn time. "So much," she echoes, not entirely coherent as she kisses him hard, arms tight around him. Maybe she's still uncertain in places, still hung up on the details, but the simple fact is she doesn't know how to live without him anymore, doesn't ever want to try. Everything else might be crazy, but this, this she finally got right.