It takes Meredith a moment to realize what he means, lost in her own thoughts and emotions as she is, and then she nods, getting up. Heading across the room, she finds a clipboard, paper and pen and brings it back over, holding it out to him as she takes a seat again. As much as she'd like just to take his hand again and not put up with whatever counter-arguments he's probably planning to make, she can't do that to him. Instead she waits.
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