That hurts, that hurts so much. Her fingers curl in like she'd been burned. Her arms falling back to her sides, then in, tucking around her, like she doesn't know what to do with herself.

But that wasn't useful. So she focuses on what she usually does. Work, and what is happening in front of her.

"I'm. Uhm. Okay. Okay, we can work with that. Where do you need to go?"

It comes out shakey, but it's a clear something is wrong, and if they are going to get to the bottom of why her boyfriend all of a sudden doesn't want to even touch her - then, making him feel at ease and helping him work out where he needs to be is... is where they are going to start. Even if looking at him and not being even known by him... hurts, hurts like a knife in between her ribs, searing and hot.