Brushing her knuckles over his cheek, Meredith smiles and bites her lip before leaning forward to kiss him, ignoring the protest of her ribs as she presses against him. "You've got me," she says softly. "Always. I always need you." Though she still knows that'll wreck her one day when he's taken from her, she's long past pretending it isn't true. Whether he believes it or not, she can't imagine having held together this long without him. That just makes it all the more important that she be here to keep him together in return, as much as she can, though she still doesn't understand how.