Vanessa just shook her head. "It's okay," she said, glancing to the smear of blood on her hand. She wanted to wipe the blood off, but felt that wouldn't go over well. She wanted to be supportive, and she could clean off her hands when he left. She smiled faintly, but it wasn't her usual one. It was a little larger, a little less real, more a reassuring gesture when things were definitely not going well. At least he seemed to be calming down. Vanessa wasn't used to Julian appearing at... at such a loss. He was a rock in her life, her anchor, and it was a little terrifying to be the one comforting him. She was glad to do it, return the favor, she loved being there for him, but it scared her. What if she messed up?
She sighed as he went on. "Don't worry about the sheets. I can wash them later. It's okay." She hesitated when he went on about Sofia and about her and about them and it was making her head spin. She had a unique outlook on relationships and cheating - well, unique in that she was completely torn. She wanted to find herself in a caring, loving relationship, with her future husband, something normal and everyday and wonderful. But she was an ex-prostitute, she'd been paid by single men, committed men, married men, divorced men... She couldn't really lecture on cheating at all, could she? Especially not with her current relationship with the definitely taken Regan. She pushed back some hair with her unbloodied hand, unused to its current length (she liked her own hair a little longer). "I just... I don't want to hurt you or Sofia." Her was going on, and on, and she was losing what he was meaning. The flush on her cheeks was stubborn and not budging. "I... you should. You need to take care of that or it could get worse." She stood with him, head lowered. "But we need to talk about this, okay? When... when this is all over? Please?"