"That's not what I meant," Meredith says, glancing over at him, her cheek still against his hand. It feels wrong to take that measure of comfort when she means the same thing which set all this in motion to begin with, when he's lived up to his word to cut back. She can't just bite back the words, though, not when she's already as good as scolded him for doing the same these last weeks. "I just... I'm not asking you to stop. But you get why it threw me off when you got home, right? I don't want the, the occasional exception to turn into slipping back down to where you were."