It didn't seem to matter all that much to him a few minutes ago, Meredith thinks, knowing it's unfair before she's even done. "But if she were here," she says, a little calmer outwardly but still weighed down. She shouldn't push this, but she can't stop either and leave this inside her head to fester. His being right doesn't make her wrong. "If she showed up tomorrow, you'd still pick her. Wouldn't you?"