Meredith keeps her mouth shut, nodding slowly once, until she can trust her voice to work right. It still feels like something gripping her heart, a sharp ache, and it's all too easy to jump at every imagined slight and self-perceived shortcoming. "Should we not talk?" she asks. "About... about this? I thought you wanted to or we should or — we don't have to. Or it can wait until it's less... like this."