Okay. This was hard for her. Her own expression dropped to a frown as she immediately regretted what she'd said. He hadn't reacted well to it, but what did she expect? She certainly didn't think he was going to smile, shake her hand and thank her for putting things into perspective for him. So really? What had she hoped to accomplish from her comment? Honestly, Juliet couldn't answer herself. It was a sad thing, but it was true.
"Look," she started, moving her hands to her hips. "I'm sorry. This is obviously hard for you, to see me. I shouldn't have said that." She paused, her gaze drifting before she willed it back to his face. "Can I... I don't know. Make it up to you? Buy you a cup of coffee or something?" Of course, she meant after they were done unpacking her things. And maybe even after he'd gotten a bit more composed and she had time to process the information. And make sure it wasn't just her friends playing a cruel joke on her. But the gesture was sincere. "You don't have to talk about her. I mean, not unless you don't want to. I just don't want you to think I'm rude." Because she really wasn't.
Her hand extended to pat his arm. It was almost robotic. Juliet wasn't exactly super affectionate. She'd had boyfriends and she'd had multiple sex partners, but she'd never been in love. And she'd never really had to console anyone. After a second, she figured it felt too forced and dropped her arm back to her hip.