Meredith presses her hands to her face, eyes closing, and takes a deep breath. "You expecting failure isn't anything to build it on either," she points out, hands falling to her sides. "Neither is you not trusting me. I'm not going to leave you. I'm not." She never liked the idea of rings to begin with. That she conceded this much has to be something in its own right, but she doesn't point that out. It's the wrong time, apparently. "I'm not going to do that again, but you can't — you can't say that about us, you can't say this isn't real and expect me to be okay with it."