Re: 1st Floor: The Poles
Yep, clearly an emotional drunk. And yet, somehow, Emerson wasn't annoyed by it. He knew the feeling for one, and it bothered him to see her sad. He decided against mentioning it out loud and instead made sure she was tucked into her seat safely, buckled and everything, before shutting the car door. Once seated in the driver's side, he turned on the ignition.
He hadn't been expecting to feel her reach for his hand, but it wasn't an unwelcome gesture. He only smiled again, shaking his head and squeezing her hand back. "I'll sing you something on the way home if you want. Always makes me feel less shitty, even when I'm drunk."