Meredith sighs, hands settling on his arms. "Can you talk to me?" she asks, then shakes her head. That isn't right, that isn't what she really means. They talk all the time, but the more she's thought about it, the more she feels the lack of real communication is what pushed her as much as anything her sister had to say. "Not now, we are — we're talking. I mean... If things are bad, will you tell me? Because I can trust you, but when I don't know what's going on, when you won't tell me things, I — I don't know what to trust. I worry. It's hard not to when I don't get much to go on."