Meredith's on the verge of letting Doc out just to have company, though she left him in the other room to keep him from getting in the way. The last thing she needs is someone else to mind right now, but she doesn't want to be alone. Still, in spite of that and her earlier regrets, when he comes back out and she looks up over her shoulder at him, she doesn't know what to say. Nothing's even happened and she's already wound tight, knowing something will, trying to steel herself preemptively against it, to make herself ready to handle whatever it is he needs her to bear. "Hey," she says and pats the floor near her. "A little better?"