"Stop it," Meredith says, refusing to budge now. There's a part of her that wants nothing more than to let him pull her closer, to hold on and not let go until she feels like less of a basket case for worrying about him, but it's overshadowed by a flash of anger. "I don't care if you know what you're doing, I want to know why you were doing it. I didn't know where you were or if something had happened to you and I don't know what's happening now. The least you can do is give me a straight answer."