Something in her gut had told her he would take it too far. That he would reach to fast. She had broke down in that moment she read Katherine's message. He was dead. She didn't know when her feelings had shifted from being in love with the man he would become, to the man that he was. The man that was so... She didn't have to be anyone else. Didn't have to pretend. She could just exist with him. And he was dead.
She'd given herself a good few minutes to wail loudly, and unchecked into a pillow. But once that was done, she had composed herself as best as she could. Her eyes were still red rimmed, nose still bright, and stuffed, by the time she had found her way up to his bedroom. Her resolve to stay in check solid.