Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Suddenly, Piper worried that'd she'd hit her head when everything got dizzy and blurry again. She still wasn't close to sober but the alcohol wasn't having it's fun effects anymore and praying more on her irrational emotional state. Something about Emerson's smile just made her sad and guilty all over again. She didn't deserve to be taken care of by anyone let alone him. The tears wouldn't stop forming behind her lids and when they started to drop hot down her cheeks, she wiped them on his shirt in a pathetic attempt to hide. DeWitt would probably feel his shirt growing damp but when he didn't say anything, she hoped he was too distracted to notice. If she blamed her aches and pains he's worry and having any conversation about her feelings was never going to happen.
He put her in the passenger seat gently when she refused to lay down in the back and found the panic was worse when she couldn't feel him close. The brunette leaned against the window but sought out his hand with hers, interlacing their fingers when he got into the car.