It's so tempting to keep pushing, to ask if there's anything he needs, to fuss over him, not because Meredith would ever consider herself the type, but because she's at such a loss for what to do. It can't be that, though, she knows better than that. Sighing, she leans forward to rest her head on his shoulder again. Babbling about nothing won't make him feel any better about not being able to say anything at all.