"Ran...up the stairs? But she wasn't hurt? What floor did she start from?" Rosalie tried to make some sense of the scene in her head as Aaron said something about Singer being afraid.
"All over me?" Rosalie asked curiously, actually looking down at her jeans and brushing at them, like something tangible might be left over. "Depressed? Is it really that bad?" Of course it was, she knew, judging by the sheer number of bottles currently in her apartment. Worry about Daniel's alcoholism surfaced again, although she said nothing.
She held still as Aaron reached out. "He was afraid of me?" She thought back to earlier. "I think...he was afraid of me being there. He kept asking what I wanted," she continued slowly, then looked back at Aaron. "Do you know him?"