Ted Lasso wasn't sure what was more interesting to watch, the players or Rebecca. She took him to see the local soccer team—football team—at their practice. And it was mighty interesting. There were a few devoted fans in the stands watching and shouting at players and all. Felt like that one time his dad had taken him to spring training when he was a kid. Seeing how the sausage was made. Speaking of, he suddenly had a hankering for a hot dog. They probably didn't have them in England. Maybe he'd ask Rebecca later. He didn't want to interrupt just now.

He glanced over at her, trying not to be obvious. Dang, she was so beautiful, it was like looking at the sun. When he met her last night at the bar—pub—he was pretty sure the jetlag was causing him to hallucinate. His memory must not have been quite right. No one could be that beautiful. But she was. He couldn't believe it when he'd seen her in the street this morning. Even more beautiful in the daylight, somehow.

And then she'd spent the day with him. She took him all around to all the touristy places and told him about history and shared her city with him. They ended up here because he liked sports and she wanted to share her sport with him, too. It was kinda funny, actually, how intense she was getting about watching this practice. She was kind of intense about a lot of things.

Ted had always heard about how the Brits were unemotional and cold. Rebecca put that notion to shame. She was hot and fiery. Passionate about everything, it seemed. Ted just couldn't get enough of her.

The guilt he'd tried to ignore all day started gnawing at his stomach again. Probably good he couldn't get a hot dog.

He shouldn't be here with a beautiful woman. He shouldn't be thinking about how beautiful she was. He should be trying to figure out how to win Michelle back. He was gonna marry her, gosh darn it! He wasn't going to propose on this trip, but he wanted them to talk about it. It was just that he couldn't afford a ring yet.

Ted looked down at his hands. They were starting to shake, so he clenched his fists to try and make them stop. The realization was bubbling up inside him, and he was afraid of what would erupt. His chest was tight. The air wouldn't fill his lungs. There was a ringing in his ears.

There was some shouting from Rebecca and the other fans, but it sounded really distant. Ted felt himself rise and stumble forward. He somehow made his way through the stands and up through the tunnel before practically collapsing down against the wall.

"Ted…" It was Michelle's voice, filled with disappointment at his latest attempt to do something for her.

"Ted?" His mother worrying about him.

"Ted!"

His eyes started to focus, and it was Rebecca's face before him.

"It's okay," she said softly. "It's okay. Try to breathe."

"I-I can't. I can't. I don't know what's goin' on, I'm sorry," he muttered through shallow, hitched gasps.

But Rebecca took his clenched hands into hers. "It's okay," she repeated. "You're having a panic attack. Just breathe."

"Am I goin' crazy?"

She rested her forehead against his, grounding him and forcing him to look at her. "No more than anyone," she whispered.

One of her hands was in his and the other was on his cheek. She moved to sit beside him. She held him in her arms, having him breathe with her.

"There we go. There we go," she said gently as he started to get ahold of himself.

"I failed." That was the simple fact. Ted finally had to say it out loud.

"You didn't fail."

"She didn't love me."

"That isn't your fault."

"I couldn't be what she needed. I failed."

Rebecca's grip on him squeezed a little tighter. "No, Ted. No, that's not what happened."

He turned and looked into her eyes, seeing the worry pooled in those bright green irises. "Why didn't she want me?"

"Sometimes people aren't right for each other. Sometimes it just doesn't work out."

Ted felt the weight of his father's death crippling him in that moment. Two people he loved who he couldn't save. Couldn't be enough for. First his dad, now Michelle. Ted wasn't enough for them. Or maybe he was too much. That was probably the thing. He was too much, put too much on people, couldn't be what they needed. Couldn't love them the right way. And now they were both gone.

Rebecca added, "And I think it's probably more helpful for you to remember the things about Michelle that made you feel like you were the problem. The right person wouldn't make you feel that way."

"I'm too much." Another fact he had to face aloud.

Her chin came to rest on his shoulder. "No, not to the right person."

"You don't think I'm too much?"

She chuckled slightly. "Ted, I've only known you a day, and saying you're too much is like saying too much chocolate or too much wine."

"Too much chocolate or too much wine'll make you sick," he pointed out.

"I happen to like chocolate and wine," she countered. "And I like you. You're kind and good and funny. And I'm sorry to see you hurting."

"I'm sorry to get like this."

She gave him another little squeeze. "Nothing to be sorry for. I don't mind. I probably would have gotten into a screaming match with the gaffer in a minute if you didn't give me a very good reason to leave the pitch."

Ted had no idea what a gaffer was, but he didn't quite have the energy to ask questions right now.

"You need a rest. The jetlag isn't helping, I'm sure. Let me take you back to your hotel."

He pushed himself up, causing Rebecca to let go of him. He was immediately bereft of her touch, but that was for the best. It wasn't good to be so close to her when he was like this. Not after all the things he'd been thinking about her earlier. "No, I'll be alright."

"Ted, you're in a strange city and you're not well. I'm going with you," Rebecca insisted.

He wanted to protest, wanted her to stop worrying about him. It wasn't a good feeling, making someone worry. He never wanted to do that to anyone. Especially after Rebecca had been so kind to him all day. He couldn't be even more of a burden to her.

But Rebecca didn't even give him a chance to respond. "Come on." She took his hand and led him out of the stadium.

"You have to get to work…" Ted reminded her as they went into the fresh air. He had to admit that did help a little.

"Not until later," she answered simply.

Ted was forced to relent. "Okay," he said.

Rebecca didn't say anything. She just squeezed his hand. And Ted did have to admit to himself that it felt good.