Pinpointing the source of the anxiety wasn't quite as helpful as she hoped it would be, but at least it had a name now. A source. Something she could work on prying apart. She still hadn't connected The Dream to everything else, but maybe they weren't connected at all. Maybe it had just been the proverbial straw meeting camel's back - the thing that tipped it over the edge. She'd either figure it out or she wouldn't. She could force that either. Not surprising, but that particular loss of control was a lot easier to accept than the fact that the hotel could rip someone else away from her at any moment.
She looked up at him, closing her eyes for a moment as he wiped her cheeks. "I know," pausing to take in a gulp of air now that the worst of it seemed to have subsided. "I do, I know. Joey, at least, would go absolutely fucking ballistic if anything happened. And I'm pretty sure he can make people's heads explode." At least a joke could sneak in there. It was a good sign that she was settling down a bit. And it wasn't the numb quiet she'd slipped into while Eddie was in the shower, because Audrey wasn't a quiet person normally. But it was a hint at the dry humor she usually had. "And I know you would too."
She drew in a long, slow breath. Her cheeks and eyes were still red, but her heartbeat had slowed and her breathing was mostly normal again. In the end, she'd just needed it out and Eddie was the only one she'd trusted to hear it. For a moment, she just sat there, concentrating on the in and out of her breathing and on his hands and the feel of his chest rising and falling under her hand. She'd curled her fingers in his shirt again, but this time it wasn't the death-grip she'd had on it before. It was a little softer and a lot less desperate.
With one last weak sniffle, she slumped forward again and pressed her face into the front of Eddie's shoulder. She still wasn't tired, it wasn't that sort of movement, but she really just wanted him to put his arms around her again and keep her there until she felt like moving. If she felt like moving. "I hope you didn't intend on moving anytime soon," she said, half-muffled by his chest. "Because I'd really like you to not do that."