Giada pouted greatly and stepped in only slightly, her shoulder leaning against the frame of the doorway. Wringing her fingers in front of, she suddenly wished she'd brought Corn Dog along to break up some of the tension. No one could be mad with her little furball around.
"I--er." Oh, oh bugger, her eyes were already watering up. "I'm sorry for yelling, but you've got to understand that I'm under a lot a lot of stress and I know you--you think there's nothing really wrong but there is and I'm sorry for making it look like I blamed you but I don't, I know it's not your fault and--"
She wiped away a few stray tears, her hands waving around wildly because she was half Italian and that's what Italian women did--or at least that's what Giada blamed it on when she was knocking things over with her hands.
"I'm sorry, I just know that this isn't going to be the same as you and Sam and I need you to be okay with me because I am going to need you to deal with all of this." Giada sniffled, managing not to get completely hysterical.
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