"It's worth a lot," Meredith says, smiling a little just because he is. Even if she'd known, even if she had loved him anyway, she knows it would have been different. It's all hypotheticals, though, no more worth thinking about than the things he told her not to think of. Hand at his neck, she kisses him again. "But you aren't going to be him again. And this man here's the one I love."