Xaven stood his ground, but this little firecracker was something, this Lesley obviously cared about Vanessa, cared deeply if what he was seeing was anything.  hearing about the attack, he swallowed, hearing there was a scar was bad enough, hearing the rest that her lungs never healed, Xaven went pale. "i didn't know" he whispered, only Drake and Ralph able to hear him, and both of them had the respect enough to not look up, as Drake went about picking up his clothes while Ralph vacuumed.  Xaven tensed, feeling Lesley poking his chest, he looked at her, his eyes narrowing as he opened his mouth to let her have it back, but Vanessa beat him too it, and it was her friend and her house, so..  he closed his mouth.

Drake held his clothes, Ralph was half done himself when she said to stop, that it didn't suit them.  "okay" Drake said, moving to the laundry room and throwing his clothes there, before they nodded. "sure we can do that" Ralph said, glad to be out of the line of fire, though being around Lesley wasn't much better Ralph thought, she was highly opinionated.   walking outside, Drake moved up beside Lesley. "so, college friend?" Drake asked, breaking the tension.  Ralph rolled his eyes. "geez, keep it in your pants captain Kirk" Drake nickname, cause in the TV show Star Trek, Kirk hit on all the women they encountered.  "it was just a question Baby Boy, relax" 

Xaven swallowed, now alone with her he shook his head. "no, don't apologize i deserve much more then that, i know it, i accept it" he said. "im sorry for taking the house, i couldn't stay with my parents, they don't even know im here actually" he rubbed his hands together when she said it was weird to see him again. "yea, after that pathetic text or texts i can see how you'd say that, I'd hate me too.  Marcus, he wouldn't let me come to the room,  i wanted to, believe me" before he turned and stared at her as she talked about his hair, he nodded. "it does look like it did that time, one of the reasons i keep it" as she tucked a string of it back. he ran his hand through his hair, pushing it all back. "Vanessa, i.. i wish i could tell you, if you knew maybe you wouldn't hate me.. then again, with what happened to you, what i did.. i don't blame you if you hated me" he wasn't make any sense now, at least not to her at the moment.  he'd held that guilt of hurting her of attacking her for five years, and now it was right back, front and center.