"You have a reason," Meredith says, shaking her head, and she hates that she still feels she doesn't have any right to be upset by all this. He got mad at her over a ring from a man she doesn't love anymore, not the same way, and he dragged his wife's motorcycle home; she has a right, she has just cause. Even if there's been some mild reprieve, it's still too fresh a hurt for the ache to have really died down, but she can fight it now. She has to. She passes her thumb along his cheek, like that helps any with the crying. "You miss her and this place... You can't just be okay with that, I know. You have a reason. I'm just... me."