"Well, you go ahead," Meredith says, pulling to her feet. He's half-drunk and he's right, this is no time to have this argument, least of all when she's increasingly furious, but if she's going to give him that space to forget, she can't do it here. "But I can't. I need to get some air or something." She stops, whirling around to face him, head shaking. "And — no, you know, you've done that to me, too. You've done it a lot, so don't tell me I don't get to. If you do, so do I. You know, at least I said something."