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Edward watched Graciela intently, observing that now was the best moment to put his good listening skills to work. He might not be very good at noticing certain things, or catching on quickly-- but Edward had always been good at listening to people carefully enough to understand what they were saying and what they weren't saying for a reason.

But this was not one of those cases. Graciela was very straight forward with him, and for that he was at the very least thankful. Not of her situation, of course, but that he was able to understand the severity of it. She was sad, hurt, because she and her husband had broken up. Edward had barely known Alex, only though his school memories, but it had been nothing more than that. He had no opinion on the other man, well--- until now. Now he was the man that was making his writer, his friend, feel embarrassed and ashamed.

His brows dropped at that thought, and suddenly Edward felt very protective of Graciela. There was no reason for her to feel this way. Of course, she could be sad, but--- not these other emotions he was detecting from her. Mouth pulling into a frown, Edward approached the couch she was sitting on to carefully place himself next to her.

"It's fine," he started suddenly, moving a hand to pat her back. Giada had always told him that to make someone feel better, you had to touch their back. Whether it be through a pat, or a rub or hold. And since rubbing Graciela's back was highly unprofessional, a pat it was. "I do not want you to worry about Calliope concerning this. Your private life is that-- private. Do not worry about that. I will talk to your next interviewers from now on about not bringing up your personal life."

He hoped that the professional side of her would be calmed by that. But now, for the other side. "Concerning what actually happened," he continued, flipping to a friend tone. "I am sorry," he stated, lips again pulling into a deeper frown. "I will be here to listen, as a friend." Somewhere he was sure Giada was crying tears of joy at all her work on his social skills paying off.