Meredith and Alex have drinks and catch up. Surely she's proud of him for his engagement to Jo, but will a talk with Alex be enough to convince Meredith to pursue something with the new transplant doctor who has eyes for her?
There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.