She finally looks at Katie, and she's still hurting - so much that it's palpable, it's palpable between the two of them but that's the weird thing about Tara. Even when she's panicking, even when she's weeping, it never lasts long. She always pulls herself back to center with an iron will; she's done that since she was a girl. The mere fact that she's even told Katie that there's a problem is so incredibly indicative of the stress she's under, even though she's trying to power through even that.

"I changed," she said quietly, flexing her hand reflexively. "I changed and so did he, I just- I couldn't tell him. When I showed up here, I pulled a gun on him - he didn't even know why, he just... let me. He's been there for everything, and now... all I can think is that I'm going to lose that." All her words are quiet, but they're even and actually strung together in coherant sentences - which is an improvement, because Tara's not letting herself think of her worst fears - that she could be pregnant, that Jax could die... none of it. She's not thinking of any of it because if she does, she'll break.