The hand he had raised was dropped to his side - though he felt a slight worry for this woman, the dreadful sense of guilt that was pervading his mind refused to be dismissed. Struggling to latch onto Vanessa's issue in order to quench the rising flame of a grief he thought was long since past, he put a hand on Vanessa's shoulder; lightly, of course, and only in the mildest sense of concern.
"That sounds terrible," he replied, sounding completely unsarcastic. "Come on, I'll buy you a cup of coffee. Unless you want to go back upstairs and change...?" He didn't want to rush her out of doors unless she had no desire to return to her apartment - perhaps it was just his own standards, but Julian always worked to put his best face forward in every occasion. The only person who knew of his strict beauty regimen and just how he looked without it was probably never going to speak to him again, and Julian had done his damnedest to make sure that happened.
He nearly choked, the feeling welling up in his stomach as he fought it back.