"You don't," Meredith says slowly, shaking her head. "You don't break things. Not more than I do. Sean, you put me back together." She sighs, settling her head on his chest. She can say it however many times she likes, but he's enough like her for her to know it probably doesn't accomplish anything. No matter how badly he needs her, she still doesn't really see why or feel like she's doing anything at all. Still, as long as he believes it, in this case anyway, that really is what matters. "And I know there's nothing I can do. I just still wish there was."