The wait was agonizing; she held her breath, waiting to see just how mad he was. Tuni was getting the most strongly worded letter of her life after this. Good or bad. She felt her voice hitch and she tried to push down the flood of emotions that threatened to bubble up and overflow.

Taking a hesitant step forward, she half-smiled reflexively when he at least refrained from calling her Miss Lynch. She closed the distance between them, yet left enough of a hesitant gap in case he truly didn't want her in his space right now. She couldn't blame him; she'd half broken her promise to him. Though she hadn't told Tuni exactly what was going on, she had alluded to it, and had thought it an eventuality. Never in her wildest dreams would she have ever thought Tuni would approach Edric about it on the street.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't-" She pushed down the panic in her voice, tried to sound some kind of in control. "I told her about punching you yes, weeks ago, when it happened. I was pretty proud of myself at the time." And frankly she still kind of was, it was fun to tease him about it. Now was clearly not the time though. "I told her about the second one too. Then there was the article in the Prophet after the hospital, she made the connection and I didn't flat out deny it." She should have, she supposed. Maybe it would have been a lot easier.

"Then there was the night in my kitchen," Her voice cracked a little, but she pushed on. "It sounds pathetic, but you damn near shattered me that night in more ways than one. I didn't have anyone to talk to, I tried to just get it out- those letters I sent you, those were supposed to be it." That had failed.

"All of those initial letters, I was so frustrated. You were so infuriating and I couldn't stop thinking about you." Man looking back on it now everything seemed a little obvious. "She's been stuck in London and we've been writing, all I do all day is write letters, I swear." She wasn't complaining, but that's what it felt like. "She must have noticed a change in my tone, I don't know. I am happier, a lot happier now than I was before." Balls, she admitted that a little too easily, but it was true and she was desperate.

She was out of breath, trying to get it all out as fast as she could. Febs pressed her hands to her corset, trying to hold herself together physically. Damn him for being able to do this to her!