Jumping to her feet when Helena stood, Angelina felt a bit in shock. Helena was going out, now? When she was so upset? "Helena, I..." Angelina began, but finding herself unable to come up with words. Think it's a bad idea? Clearly Angelina wasn't doing what Helena wanted, or she wouldn't be rushing off. Maybe Angelina was just too much of a mom now, but she was having trouble giving Helena advice. Her true advice would be simple - sit back and enjoy it. Ange had personally experienced Fred in the bedroom, and knew he was good. But she also knew Helena wasn't looking for that, and Ange didn't really know what Helena was looking for.
"Alright," she replied, in a defeated voice. Angelina didn't want Helena wandering around, but she had no right to stop her. Besides, it was Angelina who had Helena in such a state, it was Helena herself. How had she rushed into sex knowing the outcome? But Ange couldn't feel a pang of guilt - she'd done something stupid on Friday as well. "I'll be here," Ange said simply. If Helena needed her, she would know where to go.