Most of the time, Meredith can forget. It's almost complete, the idea that she's okay with it all, that it doesn't bother her he's still so clearly in love with his wife. She doesn't think about it, so she's okay, but now it's in her yard and on his face and she can't think about anything else. What is she doing here? Clenching her teeth, she glances down again, nodding. "Yeah," she says, then, struggling to keep her voice from cracking if nothing else, she blurts out, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I know that's... it must be... terrible. The reminder. Really, I... Of course you can't just leave it, I get it."