Meredith hushes him, arms wrapping around him as she presses a kiss to his hair, desperate for some way to fix this and knowing she can't, not really. She might make it a little better in the here and now, but it's not enough. "It is," she says, quiet but firm. "It is and we are. We're talking about it, right? We aren't keeping quiet or ignoring it, ignoring her, we're — we're taking care of it, we're talking about it, we're here. We didn't — you didn't leave. I didn't run that far. This is good. I mean, it isn't, it's awful, but it's, it's still good, right?"