Once he lowered her hands from his face, she turned so that her back was against the edge of the counter top. "Tony, I don't know how things really were between you and her, I wasn't there... And I haven't watched anymore since that one scare..." She trailed off as she collected her thoughts. She didn't face him, because she didn't want him to see how the fact that he told Jeanne, had affected her. Though he'd had it engraved for her. She wasn't going to ponder just what that meant right now. "But it sounds like you just lied about the superficial stuff, your name... Who's going to love you just for your name? And your job, not that being a federal agent isn't impressive, but who's going to love someone else because of their job? And then she tries to make you choose between two things you love..." She shook her head, as she trailed off, unable to believe the audacity of the other woman. There had to be something about Jeanne, he'd fallen in love with her.... Hadn't he?
Placing her palms on either side of her, and with a soft grunt she pulled herself up to sit on the counter. Wrapping her fingers around the handle of the mug. Hesitantly she lifted the mug to her lips, she took a slow draw from the chocolaty drink. What else could she say? She needed a minute to gain a little ground, to gain hold of her emotions.