Fucking hell.

"What the fuck?" he swears under his breath. Sweeney continues forward, ready to wrap his arms around her in hopes of locking her in place before she gets to swinging. His goal is to get her to calm without putting their child at risk. And his face, preferably.

"Of course I care!" At this point, he's just trying to catch up, as he scrambles for her.

"What? What would ya have me tell you?"