Aubrey Summers (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} demipointe) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} heureuxlake, |
Aubrey deeply understood the inability to speak when in the grip of strong emotion, and was midway through assuring Giulia's brother to take his time when he turned to vomit on the tree behind him. Aubrey wrinkled her nose, but at least he'd turned away and not thrown up directly on her or her shoes. Even so, she took a small step back.
When his first comment was 'shit', Aubrey had to chuckle. "Yes," she agreed. "I'm quite sure this isn't what either of you were expecting today." She was sticking to her role as outside observer, finding it easier to be efficient if she didn't try to put herself in either of their shoes. Aubrey glanced back to where she'd come from, seeing Giulia still standing there.
She didn't point, but she did tilt her head in the general direction. "Over there. Do you want to go speak to her?" She studied his expression, but knew herself well enough to know she couldn't accurately read it. "I'm not going to make you," she added, probably unnecessarily, considering she was 5'3" and slender compared to his 6' and athletic. "If you want me to take a message or your phone number instead, to give you some time, I will."