She's breathing so quickly she's almost hyperventilating. She's leaning just a little against the back of the couch to stay standing. She can't help the way she flinches when he moves closer.

It helps that he halts. Helps that he's looking at her and he doesn't sound angry, even if he can't quite manage calm.

She can't quite manage calm, either. Can't quite process what he's asking her to do because her mind is racing, "'m sorry. I'm sorry, Ed--'m--"