"Vinnie you are a great songwriter. If you just... let yourself write, maybe you'll create the perfect song for Simon." She gave him a small smile, one of encouragement, support and affection then removed her hands from his shoulders. He wasn't a boxer who needed warming up he was a friend in need of comfort. She folded her arms over her chest, scolding herself. "And if you need to sing it to somebody you know I'm here. If you need to talk or..." With a shrug the redhead sighed a little. "I know I'm not much help. I tell you to sing out your worries like Maria Von Trapp and all that other shit but... I don't like seeing people hurting, especially those I care about. And you are one of them. So."