Lydia curls against him easily and her stomach tumbles and knots itself with nerves. She can feel it, there's about to be a conversation of a serious nature and Lydia has no idea what about, so much as it's just a feeling. It's like when your body knows something awful is going to happen and reacts to it before you have any idea what that thing could possibly be. She's anxious as he strokes her hair and settles against her.

And then he confirms her fear partially. Yes, serious conversation is about to be had. She still doesn't know what about, though, and that's admittedly kind of terrifying.

A part of her feels like she should roll to face him, but another part of her is too afraid to; too worried that whatever it is he wants to say — please, God, don't let this be a breakup talk... — is going to be upsetting, which she doesn't want him to see. So for the moment, she stays still, lacing her fingers through his. "What's up, Matt?"