Bobbie takes in a shaky breath, raking a hand through her hair. She manages to straighten, forcing her shoulders back, but she's still more out of breath than she'd like. Somehow, seeing that look on his face makes fluttery panic rise up in her chest all over again. She knows how bad it looks. There's no way to mince words, and no good way to soften it.

"I don't know what the hell's happening to me."