Alfred still didn't know what she was talking about, but if she'd regained at least some composure he wasn't going to argue with her about it. He took a deep breath, maybe subconsciously trying to help regulate hers by example. "Okay. A minute," he agreed, and set about the task of silently watching her to see if she started to crumble again. Had there been any warning signs before? If there were, he'd missed them — from his perspective it seemed as though this had come out of nowhere. One second they'd been fine, the next she'd been hysterical. And saying things she didn't mean. Things she couldn't possibly have really meant. Some of it he could understand: she hated the small talk, he hated it too. How many times had silently thought I hate this while he was talking to her, since she'd come back to Britain? But that was a symptom of how much he'd missed her. He had never wished they'd never met, and he didn't believe that Jo really could have, either.
He waited and watched her, until it seemed as though she might be... less volatile. She hadn't said anything yet, so eventually he offered tentatively, "I don't know where all that came from."
He waited and watched her, until it seemed as though she might be... less volatile. She hadn't said anything yet, so eventually he offered tentatively, "I don't know where all that came from."
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER