"Ouch, poor you," Juliet said. "That has to be a horrible way to wake up." Gently, she reached over and rubbed beside one of his nostrils to get the tiny blood fleck off. Then she patted him again, on the shoulder this time. "Mine was okay," she said with the slightest shrug of one shoulder. "I got something left in my room, meant to make me feel like crap about a mistake I made a long time ago." Not that long ago, but who was counting? "I'm trying not to let it get to me."
She glanced at him with a wry smile and then at the washer. "Did you put anything on those to help get the stains out?" she asked, noticing that there were stain removers on one of the shelves.