[And that's when she realizes he didn't see it. Because of course she's talking about them separately and he doesn't see why and he wasn't reacting to it with lectures, not...well, anything that might have made more sense to her.]
Reid... [She stands up. Heart hurting, and part of her wants to just pretend she didn't do it. She wouldn't have done it except she felt like he was about to and clearly he wasn't. This could be her second (third? thirteenth?) chance with him. They can clear their heads and see where they are tomorrow. Or two days or a week. Except this is when her head feels clearest—when she's in a moment. When she's dealing with an emergency. Not when she's alone and worried about what's being decided without her. She's had months of those lonely, confused nights. It can't be good for him either, but she can't make this decision for him. She can only make it for herself.]
I was breaking up with you. I meant only friends. [She just wanted him to know he was still loved. That he wouldn't lose her in his life if he didn't want to.]