"Of course," aletta said, following his lead. He seemed to be in distress and that concerned her. "We do indeed need to talk," she sighed, and suddenly Ryan popped up in her mind. He was still behind that haystack, god knows what he had heard... She'd go back later that night. There was a difference between him and Rolf. "Here," Aletta said, handing Rolf a brandy and sitting down on the couch next to him. She had her hand upon his upper leg, though this was more in a comforting way than a sexual one. "That'll make you feel at least a little bit better. Now tell me, what is bothering you so much? Something at work?" She guessed, frowning and now playing with her fingers on the back of his hand. He was much bigger, but she felt he did in fact need her as much as she needed him. She put on the radio, some easy music started playing. It kept her mind off things, made her happy... Think of better days. As he started to explain things to her, she immediately seated herself next to him, knowing how rude it was not to look at your conversational partner's eyes as they spoke.