"Fine." Meredith doesn't leave, though. She leans back against the doorframe, sipping her drink, an arm folded against her. She doesn't know how to claw her way out of this one. Whatever she does, she'll ruin everything. Try as she might to harden herself against that, it just makes her sick, wearing her down until she's just tired and sad again. "I don't want it here," she chokes out, pushing off the wall and back into the bedroom.