Meredith shakes her head, relaxing again just a little. "No," she says, "no, don't be sorry. I told you I want you to talk to me and I meant it." If this is what happens, then she'll just have to deal with it; it's not like the sentiment's really anything they haven't felt a thousand times before, even if she'd rather have held onto that sense of security just a few minutes longer. He's still here with his arms around her, still warm and hers and perfect in all his imperfections, and in the face of the thought of losing him, it's security enough, if only just barely. She sighs and turns her head to look up at him, thumb running along his cheek. "Someday. We just have to keep believing that." Even if they sometimes have to take turns at it.