"Yeah. I'm okay," she says softly, settling a hand on his shoulder and giving him another moment to get his bearings. "It's okay. I've done a lot worse waking up from bad dreams, you know?"

Only a couple times, but when she has nightmares, there's a distinct possibility the bedroom gets set on fire. What's a few bruises next to that?

"Do you need-"

The doorbell rings. Olivia rolls her eyes toward the ceiling, swallowing down a curse. Great timing.

"I'll get it. You stay here and breathe."