Meredith nods absently, taking a deep breath, steeling herself against this. He needs to talk. She probably needs to hear it if she's ever going to get over this, needs to focus on this being his past and Maeve's just being an ordinary woman, however perfect for him. That doesn't make it any easier, but she can't keep derailing him. It doesn't make it hurt any less anyway. "That's longer even than I've been here," she says, mostly to herself. Every day they've known each other he's been missing someone else, but didn't she know that almost from the beginning?