There are moments when Meredith realizes she still doesn't understand how or why that's true. She rubs her hand over her cheeks again, but musters a smile that is, however faint, at least genuine. "I know," she says. He ought to know that; she ought to remember it. Leaning forward, she kisses him, soft but slow. "I love you, too." She smiles a little wider, almost laughs. "Even if it turns me into a crazy person."