Meredith nods, resting her head on his chest and pulling his arm a little closer around her. "Thank you," she murmurs. "It's just this place. Never knowing what's happened, if you're coming back, it puts me on edge." She hates being that person, the paranoid woman home alone, waiting for her man. It doesn't add up in her head, but she can't turn it off either. Then again, she's not so sure what about that would change if they went home and he returned to his work.