There was a quick fire and then she seemed to swing into a childish pose and he almost leaned away from her because her constant mood swings just set him on edge, he had no idea which mood she would flow into next; however, he knew doing such a move would only send her one way- into anger- and instead folded the paper and turned to her slightly, putting a hand on her leg, thumb brushing back and forth.
"I know..." he said quietly in return; that was one thing he had noticed, and it reflected back in him, though probably to less an effect. He had friends in Italy at the very least, she had none.
"It's just- with the start of everything..." he wouldn't continue on with that train of thought, he knew she felt guilty- but it was just as much his fault as it was hers; and anyway, the twins were healthy, not that allayed any fears.